Back in 1984, where Dubai was in its early stages of growth. Sheikh Zayed Road looked like a path to an unknown destination with very few buildings along its path. One of them was the Dubai World Trade Center. Besides it were two small exhibition halls where exhibitors would gather to showcase their latest products in the hope of making connections in the UAE.

It was a normal working day for my dad, where he and his team were working in the halls, without knowing that destiny had a little surprise for them.

A Taxi arrived. Doors opened and a man stepped out. He had come there to take part in the exhibition. His eyes were eagerly looking around to find someone to help him to offload some brochures and giveaways from the taxi.

My day saw him and walked towards him. Seeing my dad, Mr Larry’s face lit up with relief. Without a second thought my dad with his team voluntarily extended their helping hands to carry the materials from the taxi to the exhibition hall.

Mr Larry Zafer, in return offered some pay to him but my dad with a smile politely refused.