The author realizes that she is the same age as Osama Bin Laden. She is an ordinary person trapped in a quagmire of unsettling feelings. As the world events spin out of control, she is compelled to explore the geopolitical intersection of her life story. She waltzes through the dances of her choreography; from the North Atlantic to the South Pacific; from Canada to Saudi Arabia; from America to Europe. She merges people and places across the globe as she stumbles through the choices of her life across the context of her generation. The book is political and human; outgoing and introspective; opinionated and probing; complex and simple. The reader is challenged by a female, intuitive, and compelling voice; screaming from deep in her soul. She traces and probes the politics and the dynamics of the past fifty years across places that she has dared to tread. The telling of the tale recounts small, common, every day relationships. It follows a young girl out of Newfoundland, across Canada, through the South Pacific, to Saudi Arabia and the Red Sea coast, to America, through Europe, and back to America. She gives a voice to the stories of ordinary, middle class workers, who came of age with her, in the different places of her life story. She speaks of trust and truth. She is awed by simple things and troubled by leaders who offer answers without query. This is a book about the clash of cultures and the commonality of our humanity. A mother's voice speaks of possibility and reality. She breaks it down to the small cry of a child, to the thunderous roar of a million children. If only we dare to tread, to follow the bleeding foot steps of the children, across the whispering sands of a calm desert morning; to dare to tread, before the howling winds blow through, and the landscape shifts.