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In the late 1980s, I set out on a backpacking trip to Europe with a friend. Because my friend was considering pursuing a master’s degree in NYC, we had arranged a two-week stay there before heading to London.

We arrived at the student accommodation, a large multi-story edifice on the Upper West Side known as International House. After dropping our bags, we headed straight to the cafeteria, where we got some food, took a seat, and engaged in conversation with people eating there.

Adjacent to my seat was an individual of Iraqi origin studying engineering at an Ivy League institution. He inquired what I my profession was, and I shared that I had recently completed my studies with a degree in science and had been performing experiments with electron microscopy.

He mentioned that there was an research lab at the university – right next door to the engineering department, which was how he knew about it. He proposed that I consider applying for a role with them. I laughed it off, telling him that I was soon departing to Europe and, even more importantly, I didn’t have a US visa.

The next day I went out exploring, returning to the canteen that after dark. The engineering student approached me and told me that he had arranged an interview for me with the leader of the research team at Columbia. Given that he had gone to the trouble, I attended the interview – but right away told my host that I was without a work permit, so I was unable to accept the role.

As is common in NYC – a metropolis where everything seems achievable – she declared: “We can make that happen. What's your start date?” I missed my plane to London.

I was employed there for 36 months. An advantage of the role was that I got free tuition at Columbia, and I seized the chance to complete a master’s of international affairs.

I lost touch with him and I don’t even know his name, but his incredible act of kindness changed my life in so many ways. I didn't possess the courage or self-assurance to contact anyone at an elite institution and seek a position. Additionally, I had consistently hoped to pursue education overseas, but lacked the financial means without that tuition waiver.

Perhaps most importantly, that job in New York paved the way for a job in Zurich where I encountered my handsome spouse from France, with whom I am raising a family of four kids. It was a total sliding doors moment. That benevolent individual set me on a different course in life, and I’m forever grateful.

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