Day Six // March 3 // Misunderstandings “In human intercourse the tragedy begins, not when there is misunderstanding about words, but when silence is not understood.” – Henry David Thoreau –
One morning, Charles Kuralt was driving up a mountain road in Peru when a man appeared suddenly out of the trees by the road. He was wearing a black hood over his face, waving something in his hands and shouting. Kuralt was terrified. He knew that the man must be a gun-wielding bandit. He was trying to decide whether it would be safer to plunge ahead or drive back down the road. The man kept shouting and running toward Kuralt’s car. That settled it. Charles put his car into gear and bolted straight ahead. But the strange man changed his course to intercept him on the road. Charles drove for his life. The man reached the road, removed the hood from his face and waved an object in his hand frantically, just as Kuralt zoomed past him. Then he saw what he was holding. It was a fish. The man had stayed up all night fishing in a nearby lake, had
