Everything’s NOT up to date in Kansas City…@ 12:03pm on 26Mar15
What’s the price of time and function? Better yet, what’s the cost of time and function?
Having gone east this this past Sunday to work on LDG’s Mentoring Project (…and what a significant and important choice that was…) I both needed and wanted to keep costs down. Thus, a much more reasonable airfare had me taking a “red eye” east late Sunday night, and then taking a two-hop home to Denver via a stop in Kansas City today.
I’ll try not to do that again. Live and learn.
Not to lose any Kansas friends, but, there is an olde song with the lyric, “…everything’s up to date in Kansas City…” that must have been written about the same time the airport was conceived and built…some time in the last century.
The airport seems so olde that even the TSA people were offering apologies for how they had to check people in.
It’s so olde that I didn’t even find one spot where wi fi thought about connecting, to which employees stated that phone is about it, if you are standing in the exact right spot…but “…yes, it does not work most of the time, even for us…”
It’s so olde that three teen girls to the left of me just freaked out about not getting onto their computers, smart phones and iPads, and just said to their Mom, “Even grandma’s place is better than this…!” Oh, the dejected looks on their faces over not being able to connect with friends.
I had hoped, planned, expected to get some important work done on this 3+ hour layover. Some times, being alone in a public space, I can get a ton of work done, even as life swirls around me. The making good use of this time depended on internet connection.
So…some of my writing has been accomplished, but not near what I had hoped. Not wanting to get myself all bent out of shape, I’ve taken to listening in on conversations, observing individuals around me, even making up “mystery stories” about some of the people I’m observing (something I used to do with your own daughter when we traveled with her as a child…right across from me, I’m certain is a CIA operative…he looks the part, mean and lean…).
One of the family groups I’ve observed, in this boy-am-I-spoiled-rotten-and-wanting-things-to-go-just-my-way moments is a middle age couple having wheeled in a very old woman of Asian descent. Out in the hallway, just outside security there was a large contingent of children and adults of all ages, and similar ethnicity, who were tenderly, one at at time coming up to this ancient woman and giving her tender hugs. Tears were sliding down all the faces.
Finally that couple wheeled her through security and they are sitting near me. The ancient one seeming to sleep, and the couple gathering themselves up. The woman quietly said to the man, “This is going to be a very long trip, but we need to do this,” as she quietly strokes the thin hands of the woman in the wheel chair.
To the man I’ve just said, “That was a beautiful site out there. The tenderness of everyone really moved me.”
He responded, “This is our grandmother. She is terminally ill and we are taking her to her homeland to die. Our family and friends and our church took up a collection for that to happen.” Tears rimmed his eyes as he quietly glanced at his grandmother.
I’ve no clue where they are headed. This has brought me up short in my tension of not getting on the web, even in the Kansas City Airport that has no functioning wi fi.
What is functioning is life. To the full. Care for a loved one, to the max! Even the girls to the left of me have settled down and are napping as they wait.
I look at those who are also waiting to board the plane for Denver when it comes in. Only our God knows each story.
And so the angst of not having life my way has turned into a certain calm.
The frustration hqs mobed into an inner place of gratitude.
The moment has moved into praying that this grandmother makes it all the way home as she soon will be, in the eternal sense, all the way home…for strength for her kids who are taking her wherever home is.
The sense of anticipating putting my arms around Judy when she comes to DIA to pick me up and us heading out to an early dinner to catch up with each other.
Well…….Kansas City-ites…I ask your forgiveness. Just maybe everything IS up to date here, and possible even elsewhere.
…time to go and occupy seat 18C………..
PS...I sent this from DIA, after landing, where there is working wi fi. :-)