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Terminal Time

You’re at the airport, your flight is delayed for six more hours, and none of your electronic devices is working. How do you pass the time?

On flights I do carry my iPad, and iPhone. On both of them I have games to play, and e books to read. They keep me company, and I am not bored.

If they won’t work, I will take out a book to read, from my carry on. I always have one or two books with me.

If I forgot, and there are no books with me, I will strike a conversation with fellow travelers. That will help pass the time on my hands. I can have a look in the shops to buy something I like.

When my husband was alive, and we were traveling together, I used to nap. Now I have to travel alone, I can’t have the luxury of napping. I am afraid that someone will steal my handbag, or my passport. Fear chases away my sleep, and I remain awake. I feel relief when it’s boarding time.

On one flight, an Afghan woman kept asking the passengers, whether anyone had seen her passport. Someone took it from her bag.
I felt pity for her, at her predicament.

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Terminal Time

The Kindness of Strangers

When was the last time a stranger did something particularly kind, generous, or selfless for you? Tell what happened!

This was the time, when my daughter was studying at CWRU. My flight was from Cleveland, Ohio to New York.

I had fallen, and my left arm badly needed medical attention. I had no insurance, so I decided to go back to my home country to get treatment.

Reaching New York, and after getting down from the small plane, my arm went into frozen mode. I could barely pick up my bag and carry on. Walking from the plane to the building, I couldn’t manage anything.

I was struggling with my things, when a very old and frail couple behind me, nudged me aside. Together they picked it up the steps for me. I feel tears in my eyes at remembering it just now.

It was the same at the terminal. I was looking with despair in my heart at my things. A man came forward by himself, got me a cart, and put my bags in it.

I can never forget the kindness of total strangers to me. God bless them.

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The Kindness of Strangers