I was recently called upon by a loved one who needed help. She was in distress and I was on my way. This is what I do for the ones I love. I try my hardest to make myself available when times of need strike.
I do not care for the close quarters of airline travel. I like getting where I am going but the cramped spaces are not my thing. I guess I am a bit claustrophobic. I had to get from San Antonio to Springfield, Missouri. I was not looking forward to haivng to change planes in Chicago to make my final destination. The layover time was only 40 minutes and I was sure that I would have to walk the entire length of Chicago’s O’Hare International Airport. One could say my mood was that of a crab!
I always choose a window seat when I can. The window helps me not feel so confined. Because my seat was at the front of the plane, I was one of the last to get on. I just knew I would have no room for my purse and laptop bag. I was also praying the person I was sitting next two went easy on the cologne and passed on the bean burrito before embarking the plane.
From the moment I met her, I knew she had kindness in her heart. The lady that was sitting in the aisle seat didn’t act annoyed as she stood to let me in giving me extra time to get my laptop bag under the seat in front of me. She was dressed as though she was a career woman in her slacks and blazer. She looked very professional and I admired her hair style. Actually, class just dripped off of her.
The first thrity minutes or so of the three hour flight, I dozed off and on. We finally exchanged words as the flight attendant was making her drink rounds. Over the next two and one-half hours, I realized that I had just met a wonderful human. In that short amount of time we both realized we were both of Southern Heritage. In those 150 minutes, Lori and I laughed until we hurt and cried until we smiled.
I truly believe that God puts people in your life in the exact times that you need them most. When our flight was over and just before we walked our separate ways, Lori and I hugged because we both knew that we would always remember flight 408 from San Antonio to Chicago.
God Speed Lori. I hope we meet again.
