My last boyfriend and I broke up over the phone. The last time I saw him was at General Mitchell Airport in Milwaukee, and at the time I didn’t know that we would be broken up within a month, but I was certainly upset enough just saying goodbye. Well, the very interesting thing about that morning was when I pulled my car up to the toll booth as I was leaving the parking ramp, the attendent took my money and said with a very genuine smile, “Have a blessed day.” Not a mumbled “have a nice day,” or an obligitory “thanks for your money, ” but, “Have a blessed day.” My parking attendent gave me a blessing! Maybe she says that to everyone who passes by her stand, but I like to think this was a sincere prayer for me. Somehow she knew that my stoic face was hiding emotions much more turbulent. Somehow she knew things would only get harder, would eventually splinter and then break. Somehow she knew that a little encouragement could go a long way. Don’t underestimate the impact you can have on a stranger’s life!
The reason I was thinking about General Mitchell Airport at all is because I’ll be returning there in January, this time to fly to California with a good friend who is interviewing for an externship. The interview is actually in Los Angeles, but rather than spending our time in smelly LA we are going to stay with friends in San Diego. I haven’t been back to San Diego since 2006 when I decided that I was too homesick to function. I’m looking forward to the brief respite from winter, of course, and to seeing my friends and my beloved #2 state, but I am really not looking forward to flying. The way I see it, we’ve been flying planes for something like one hundred years now. It should not take hours and cost hundreds of dollars to get from one time zone to another. It should not be an overwhelmingly unpleasant experience. This is the 21st century. But I won’t complain… we’re going to the warm-land!