Finally being allowed, again, on airplanes (...and no, I wasn't banned for inapporpriate behavior, even though that might have been a possibility on some past flights... :) ...), I've just gone through the hassles of three surgeries and the recovery times since January 4/05. I'm finally allowed out (time off for good behavior, I guess). Hooray!
Yesterday, watching people in two major airports, as we headed out to celebrate our daughter's 29th birthday, in the state where she lives, I was struck, deeply, at the amount of sad and harried and drawn faces on most people. Stories abound, I'm certain...as with all of us.
I saw few, very few, smiles. People rarely looked into each other's eyes. Most glances seemed furtive, nervous and very tired. Of the 100s of folks observed...the only one who seemed to have some life to them was a crippled woman who was very slowly walking from the plane into the terminal with the assistance of someone from the airline after we arrived at our destination.
She smiled. She laughed. She made funny excuses for her plight. She let us go past her with a sincere apology for walking so slowly...and even gave us a blessing as we moved past her. She was the one individual I wish I could have spent time with, of all those observed in our travels. Whatever she has, a crippled world needs.
Thus, I enter this day, wondering what I will offer to a tired world. What about you?
And...for heaven's sake...would you mind simply looking, I mean really looking at/into a few people's eyes this weekend...and smiling at them? Simple gifts are needed all around us...as well as the more profound ones.