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During the late 1980s, I was embarking on a low-cost journey to the European continent with a companion. Since my friend was considering starting a postgraduate program in New York, we had planned a 14-day stopover there on the way to London.

We reached the postgrad residence, a large multi-story edifice on the Upper West Side known as International House. Setting down our luggage, we went directly to the dining hall, where we grabbed food, sat down, and engaged in conversation with fellow residents.

Adjacent to my seat was an individual of Iraqi origin enrolled in an engineering program at an Ivy League institution. He inquired what I my profession was, and I explained that I had newly finished with a degree in science and had been performing experiments involving microscopic analysis.

He noted that there was an electron microscope unit at the institution – close to the engineering department, which was how he knew about it. He proposed that I consider applying for a job with them. I chuckled at the suggestion, saying that I was soon departing to Europe and, more critically, I did not possess a US visa.

The next day I went out exploring, going back to the cafeteria that night. The engineering student walked over to me and informed me that he had arranged an interview for me with the director of the microscopy lab at Columbia. Since he had gone to the trouble, I showed up for the discussion – but immediately informed my interviewer that I was without a work permit, so I was probably wasting her time.

Reflecting the city's spirit – a city where anything feels possible – she said: “That can be arranged. What's your start date?” I missed my plane to London.

I held that position for a trio of years. A perk of the job was that I got no-cost classes at Columbia, and I seized the chance to complete a master’s of international affairs.

I lost touch with him and I can't recall his full name, but his remarkable generosity transformed my future in multiple respects. I would never have had the courage or self-assurance to contact anyone at an elite institution and ask for a job. Moreover, I had consistently hoped to take classes in another country, but could never have afforded it without that educational benefit.

Critically, that role at the university paved the way for a position in Switzerland where I got to know my handsome spouse from France, with whom I am raising four amazing children. It was a total sliding doors moment. That helpful person changed my trajectory in life, and I’m forever grateful.

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