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A Late March, and Abdul

I should have known when I crossed Bataan St NW that I was on a death march, but didn't see the signs until too late. Two and a half miles in, I was crossing Key bridge when I saw two immutable and disheartening things in quick sequence: first, a large fuzzy moon rising over my left shoulder, and a sign indicating I was on South 29. How could that be? I was marching east, wasn't I? I had just turned left, hadn't I? The inescapable conclusion: no, I was not, and I had walked 25 blocks in the wrong direction, and it was now about one in the morning in DC.


My phone battery had drained, so I couldn't look at a map. And I couldn't use it, either, to scan a QR code on any of the city ebikes and scooters.


So I walked back. And walked and walked. In my meandering, I passed the Beacon Hotel, and said hello to Tracy, still patiently waiting beneath the roses. I got back close to my start, but was still 1.4 miles from my hotel. There were no cabs to speak of, and I didn't have a phone to hail Uber. What to do?


Eventually I stopped at a Holiday Inn and begged them to call me a cab. A food delivery driver there, took pity on me and offered to drive me, since Uber was his other job, and he was a decent man. That was Abdul.


He was from a small town in Morocco near Fez. He was saving money to go back for a visit with his mom and dad. He was excited to see his homeland again, and for a whole two months.


And that's how a man named Abdul saved me.



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Liz Phelan
Liz Phelan
May 01, 2021

Ah! Another adventure..yeah for Abdul !!

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Randy Prebula
Randy Prebula
May 01, 2021

I hope you enjoyed your short trip to Northern Virginia (Rosslyn/Arlington to be more precise). Yes, Route 29 South runs west for another 35 odd miles before jogging to the left... At least you must have passed through Georgetown, And, had the good fortune to meet Abdul.

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