Steve Haley’s stories
Libya: A birthday wish from Libyan waters
I haven’t always worked for Mercy Corps. Just before I joined the organization for a job in Iraq, I was studying mathematics in Italy. Before that, I was a captain in the U.S. Army after graduating from West Point.
Libya: Relativity strikes back
It was a particularly active night in Misrata. Windy, cloudy and every 15 minutes or so....boom! We were too far from the city center to feel the blasts, but remembering each time that the blast was on or next to someone's house is difficult... Silence. The bombardment stopped.
Libya: Uneasiness on a boat to Misrata, Libya
My first long boat trip. I normally don't suffer from motion sickness but, on this trip, I was a little nervous. Fifteen hours and much work to be done on the boat — then even more work once we hit the ground.
Libya: On my way to Libya, but breathing easier now
"...go down in the city, and the sun shines on the bay..." Darkness. What? Huh? Where am I? In a van. On my way to Libya. I fell asleep. What's that sound? Ah, my cell phone. Country code 88? Satellite phone. Fadl! "Hey man, I made it."
Libya: Open letter from Libya
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Following the leader (a.k.a. My response to "Creative fundraising, part one")
Amazing that at Mercy Corps, despite being a diverse group of people scattered around the world, we come up with some remarkably similar ideas.
Who do you remember on Memorial Day?
After 10 years outside of the United States, I don’t often think about U.S. holidays — to me “Labor Day” is May 1st — but occasionally I get reminders of holidays from friends and family. Such as the occasional reminder of “Happy Birthday” or the more common “You forgot my birthday.”
Airports, we had a good run, but it's over. No hard feelings?
I just read one of my favorite expat blogs, in which a young woman described her love affair with airports — their smell, their energy, the sense of change, of unknown beyond. The ultimate global crossroads.
When it comes to G’s, how many is too many?
When we think of the number of governments deciding on the future of the world’s economy, I’ll vote more is better (i.e. G-20 is better than G-8 is better than G-1). When it comes to G-force, it is entirely situational.
Lebanon: Transparency and accountability...in businesses? In Lebanon?
I hate microphones. It generally means I am speaking to so many people that it too impersonal or too important.