I love books that move me to tears.
The killer scene in "Three Cups Of Tea?" Well, it could be the completion of Greg Mortenson's first bridge. That soaked a couple of tissues. Or maybe it was the presentation of the red velvet box to Greg, signaling the end of any beefs the locals had with Greg – this was just a guy trying to help out, after all.
I don't even know enough to say "I don't know" when it comes to the political landscape in Afghanistan, Pakistan and the surrounding geography. After reading "Three Cups..." I still don't know. What I do know is that I held my breath every time I had to read about Greg traversing a treacherous mountain path, that I winced every time he was faced with financial sabotage, and that my heart swelled given any chance to think of these children, that receive so little, were so incredibly thrilled just to hold a notebook and a pencil.
The story of Greg and his quest, I think, to find personal meaning in his life by helping others, is one I think just about every privileged American should read and consider. Maybe it's not about helping Afghans. But it could be about helping inner city kids, or even making a decision to become actively involved in your own child's school. While Greg's story was engrossing in that it starts with a near-death experience and the tragic loss of his sister, it's my hope that not everyone has to endure that kind of life-changing event for, well, their lives to change for the better.
A year later, and I still recommend this book first when someone needs a suggestion. An excellent read!