A time in an airport

I haven't flown for 12 years. Yep. I am one of those.

Recently I flew to see a very good friend of mine. I was expecting the very worst at the airport. I followed all the signs. One of which said to step behind this red line. I did this. A security officer asked my why I was standing there. I pointed to the sign. He said that the line was only for people pulled over for further body scan and search. "Do you want to have an advanced inspection of your person?" he asked. I answered no. He pointed me to the correct line.

Another thing that happened is that my hotel lost power along with a large section of the city in which I stayed. I went to the airport five hours early because at least they had power, air conditioning, food, etc. When I arrived I told the Continental rep that I was here to get boarding passes but that she could take care of others first if she wished, because I was in no hurry. She not only found me an earlier flight but waived the $50 fee. It was so nice.

I found a lot of people, if I approached them in a calm and friendly way, with a smile on my face that they really responded. I think a lot of people working for the airlines just don't get that many people smiling at them.

I met a lady on one of the flights and we talked a bit about life, faith, etc. When I left the plane, and was loathe to walk the 1 1/2 miles to my next gate, here I heard a honk behind me, and there is Dorthy with one of the people carts. "Steve, come on aboard and keep my company" she said. So I got to travel in style for at least a mile before walking again.

The delays, I used for meditation. I just took the time, laid down on the floor, and focused on my breathing. The time just seemed to fly.

I don't know why I was so worried about flying and airports.