My occupation as of now (and hopefully after the World Race as well) is a flight attendant for Delta. It's a long story about how I came to this job, but flying has and will be my passion. I love my job-as many bad days come-the good days stay. Once the honeymoon stage of this job wore off in the first few months I found myself pushing back from meeting new people. I would pretend to be asleep when riding on flights, I would make conversations short and sweet versus the times when I would long to find out about the person sitting next to me or a person I was waiting on.
I remember when the World Race stuff came about and I wanted to tell EVERYONE, but will you offend someone? What if they don't believe in God? What if they think you're a kook? I was working a flight from Birmingham, Alabama to Detroit, Michigan when I see this older woman by herself reading the bible. Like usual I was just going to ask what she wanted to drink and if she'd like this stale cookie to go with it. What if this woman has some wisdom in her eye that she cares to share, what's it going to hurt to talk? "You ever read that from front to back?" I ask her and with a perked up face laughing she said "yeah, but only once." We began to talk about churches and just casual learning from there-it wasn't anything serious but it was refreshing. I gave her my blog url because it became something I wanted to share with her, kind of like 'our' moment.
One night a woman came walking off of the plane with a pamphlet and handed one to the whole crew with a quick bless you at the end. I thought to myself for a moment that if she could share this about herself then why couldn't I? I rushed off the plane to find her by the baggage claim and gave her this blog url..we had 'our' moment.
A tire blew on our plane a few weeks ago leaving us stranded and delayed in Washington D.C. for 6 hours. We finally got a new tire and everything situated so we could leave. I walk over to the gate to read the paperwork and check in with the gate agents and I see this older couple talking to my pilots…I just assume it's someone they know or maybe even someone who used to work with us. I walk up and the woman turns to me and we just start talking like we've known one another for ages-one subject leads to another and she begins to tell me about how her sister was on flight TWA 800. She tells me of the moment she was at the restaurant bathroom and threw water on her face because she felt anxiety-she felt the moment her sister hit the water. This older couple wasn't even on our flight, they didn't know my pilots, they just came up to talk to us and the moment that I had with this woman was intense AND I do know why she cried there and hugged me. We had 'our' moment and I gave her my blog url..
Needless to say..you NEVER know what you'll learn from just one person. From THEIR life. We all have so much to share-so much tragedy-so many blessings-why not talk about them? It's what makes a person beautiful. I hope my new cronies came to my World Race blog and I pray that they read this one that was especially for them.
