So Tuesday morning, my friend pulled out of her driveway to take me to the airport for my trip home.
I was nervous about flying. I always am. And I was sad to be going home.
As we pulled away from her house, I glanced over to the house next door. On the side of the house were the numbers 1978. Obviously the address. But it also just happens to be the year John and I first became a couple.
I smiled. John was definitely letting me know he was there with me.
Then, it seemed that there was some confusion regarding my gate number at the airport. The baggage people told me one gate and the departure monitor said another.
So I went in search of a help desk but couldn't find one. But there was a man nearby dressed in what appeared to be an airport uniform talking to a woman dressed the same way. He sensed my confusion and asked me if I needed help. He was very friendly and had a great smile. I explained my dilemma and he nodded understanding. He immediately pulled out his cell phone and called Customer Service. We got our answer and he smiled at me once again and kind of turned and pointed me in the right direction. "There you go," he said.
His smile was so kind, so infectious and I felt such kindness from him.
But while he was making the call, I knew everything was going to be OK. His badge said "John C."
What were the odds?
Thank you, John.