Jane Ferguson was living the high life in 2008.
A twenty-four-year-old journalist for Gulf News, her young career had steadied into a rhythm covering luxury car expos in the Middle East, a Victoria’s Secret fashion show in Miami, a Mariah Carey concert to which she held a special pass and mixed with celebrities at the after-party. But amidst all the glitz and good fortune, while standing outside a Mazda showroom one day surrounded by a dozen reporters and Japanese car executives, Jane found herself in a personal emergency, a moment. Sweating through the ridiculous summer heat, hair sticking to her face, she had an epiphany: “What the f— am I doing?” She simply could not take it anymore—couldn’t spare one more second of her life speeding around Dubai in her Porsche Boxter S, spending her days in hotel bars or lounging on beaches while the United States rushed more troops into southern Afghanistan. The world was waiting. The war was somewhere else.
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