It was still dark when the sounds of the Muslim call to prayer woke me up. My father said, "Get dressed! Let's go explore!" I was probably 11, but not too old to clasp my dad's hand tightly as we left our hotel. I'll never forget wandering the awakening streets and markets of Ammon, Jordon. I was entranced…and terrified. But with dad by my side, I knew I was safe.