Word: carte
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...shopkeeper, a poor man from Karachi named Abdul Sattar Edhi. Karachi is a violent town; there are murders most every night. Gang wars, vendettas, crimes over women or money. And nobody collected the bodies. Then, a few years back, Edhi started going around the city at night with a cart, gathering up the bodies as though they were his own kin, washing them and giving then a decent Muslim burial. He still does that, but now he also runs hospitals, drug rehab centers, orphanages and a free ambulance service...
...HUPD officer was sent to Soldiers Field to investigate a report of a stolen golf cart...
...border itself was mayhem. The Pakistanis had sealed off their side that day, and we pulled up just as a crowd of smugglers, Afghan refugees, horse cart drivers, and tractors loaded with children and chickens burst across the line. It was a medieval dust-storm of clattering hooves, curses, and women in long burqa veils were running, stumbling, across the border clutching their screaming kids. Then the smugglers started throwing rocks at the police. And the police started throwing them back. Then shots were fired. The horses reared, bucking their carts, but they were whipped on by their Drivers...
...There is a sudden commotion. A wizened Afghan in rags has stopped pulling his cart and is banging his head on the ground so hard that it has begun to bleed. "Allah, I surrender!" he wails, "If you don't let me pass, I'll earn no money. I'd rather die than go back empty-handed to my starving children." The display of self-mortification works; the Pakistanis gently dust off the bleeding old man and let him through, which provokes a wave of fierce clamoring and shoving among the other Afghans crowding the border. They are all just...
...pilots are supposed to be the gritty guys on a commercial plane. Flight attendants, they're the chatty cart pushers, the cheerful aisle monitors, the butt of a dozen Saturday Night Live sketches staler than the pretzels on a transcontinental trip. It's the difference between The Right Stuff and Coffee, Tea or Me? But tragedy has a way of smashing cliches, and the folks who used to be called stewardesses and stewards have a new mission. Where once they quieted raucous infants, now they must assure passengers--those relative few who are still flying--of the safety...