Norcross to Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta airport; a simple enough 45 minute journey. A man in a roughed up Honda pulls up to the hotel (more like motel), we pack in my small bag and head off to the airport to New York City. Little did I know I would meet the Afghan Uber Driver Who Touched My Heart. Continue reading “Afghan Uber Driver Who Touched My Heart”
Afghan Uber Driver Who Touched My Heart
