This happened to Paul on a on a flight getting ready to depart for Washington DC. It was leaving from Columbus, Georgia, home of the US Army's Rangers.

Paul was sitting on the plane when a guy took the seat beside him. The guy was an emotional wreck; pale, hands shaking, obviously scared. "What's the matter?" Paul asked. "You scared of flying?" "Oh no" said the man. "I'm a Paratrooper, Army Ranger. It's where I'm going. I shouldn't be scared but I am. I've done three deployments to Iraq, but now I've been transferred Washington, DC. There's crazy people there! They've got shootings, gangs, race riots, drugs, poor public schools, demonstrations, a big bunch of liars in public office and the highest crime rate in America."

Paul replied, "I've lived in Washington all my life. It's not as bad as the media says. You'll find a nice home, go to work, mind your own business, and enroll your kids in a nice private school. It's almost as safe as Columbus."

We took off, the Ranger bought a drink from the flight attendant, he sort of relaxed, stopped shaking and said, "Well thank you. I've been worried to death. But if you live there and say it's OK, I guess I can take your word for it. What do you do for a living?" "Me?" said Paul. "I'm a tail gunner on a Budweiser truck."