Don't Stop Halfway Up!
Growing up in the Liberian jungle, I found a lot to fear: the five-step mamba, the witch doctor, malaria, and the army ants that eat you when you sleep — to name a few.
That's why Liberians say, "Carry me halfway."
When the African sun dims and slowly fades into the dark jungle canopy and it's time to head home, Liberians always turn to their friends and quietly ask, "Carry me halfway."
The request is relationally loaded. What they are really saying is:
The walk home will be so much sweeter with a friend.
And the truth is, it's getting dark and I feel afraid.
Come walk with me.
I don't want to walk alone.
