Today my daughter Claire arrived back home in Chicago from Duhok, Kurdistan, where she spent two weeks giving daily training seminars to the nurses from the Intensive Care and Coronary Care Units at the Azadi Teaching Hospital,
...on such subjects as CPR,
...and arterial blood gasses,
Especially gracious and kind was Saadia Alturki, who is in charge of nursing education with the Kurdistan Ministry of Health and who facilitated the seminars.
And then there was the food. The Kurdish food was, according to Claire, "wonderful," and always beautifully displayed and presented.
"How much of a piece of naan this size would you eat?" I asked Claire.
"All of it," she replied.
She really liked the naan.
It's probably true of all of our cultures that hospitality and food go hand in hand. In any case it was absolutely true in Dohuk.
Claire and the other MedGlobal volunteers were invited out to dinner most nights by members of the Ministry of Health.
One day in the hotel where she was staying the elevator broke down and the staff knocked on the door of each guest and gave everyone a slice of chocolate cake and a cold chocolate drink as a gift for having to walk up the steps.
This is true. But it's perhaps just as true of taking an education with us when we leave.