I don't just love Fred (and this is taken outside Dayton's house - it's a great view of what the view from his front yard looks like) because he's funny and smart and honest and good and can say "yesss" about anything and make it sound like a Barry White song.
I also love his loyalty, and he always tells me what I want to hear. Not in a way that he has no spine or sucks up, but because we are of one mind the vast majority of the time (and when we're not, we always get to be eventually).
He'll be in Michigan by Tuesday to get married, and I hope to go back to school - I think he would be an amazing lawyer and statesman of Liberia. But his presence everywhere remains strong - when I have a problem about anything, he's my go-to man. He's already connected me with Ernest who is helping me out with planning.
Fred says, "I think safe is a relative term." He thinks I should go to Liberia, without any doubt, and gives me numerous examples of other westerners living and working there and doing just fine. He recommends I not go into the interior (outside Monrovia), which I know, but says I'll be fine. And, he says that he has connections - people who will absolutely help me out in all ways for as long as I stay.
The thing is, Fred thinks I'm capable of anything I set my mind to, and he has a vision for a great Liberia and knows help is needed.
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