I stood here at the port in Beirut this afternoon watching the desperation on so many faces as they waited to board the Orient Queen that was to take more than 700 Americans to safety in Cyrpus. But, in spite of the clear sense of anxiety and anticipation among the Americans waiting to set their feet on the gangplank of the ship, I couldn't help but have a smile on my face for one fleeting moment.
I had just met one young boy who reached into his bag and showed me who he was bringing out of Lebanon to the safety of Cyprus. He was rescuing his pet frog named "Spitfire."
While they weren't supposed to bring any pets on the ship, nobody really saw it. The young boy's primary concern was to be able to set Spitfire, who he found here in Lebanon, free in Cyprus. All he really wanted to do was to make sure his pet frog would be safe.
So, for me, in the midst of all the chaos of the American evacuations from Lebanon, he was a reminder of that great image of every American boy with a frog in his pocket.