ve never once in my life been able to hear a pin drop in an american airport. but today i could have. we live our lives in constant rush, rarely sitting in stillness. and today a plane full of strangers sat and stood in stillness together.
a mom hugged her daughter a little tighter.
a young child quietly glanced back and forth between the events outside the window and their mother, hoping to find an explanation in between.
a group of middle school girls on a club trip that just seconds ago were shouting and playing a card game suddenly crowded the windows, heads resting on each others shoulders and fell silent, watching with mouths wide open.
a veteran stood alone in the corner and wiped his cheek.
i’ve always believed that airports have the sweetest hellos and hardest goodbyes.
the last time i was at an airport and time stood still, i was watching my brother in law reunite with my sister and their three children after serving on his second tour overseas. what a sweet hello - bodies collapsing into one another after months and months of worry.
this family, however, thought the next time they were at the airport they too would be saying hello, but instead they had to say goodbye.
we all know someone that is serving or has served. and i hope we recognize the severity of their sacrifice, squeeze the ones that make it back safely a little tighter and remember that nothing free is truly free.
ve never once in my life been able to hear a pin drop in an american airport. but today i could have. we live our lives in constant rush, rarely sitting in stillness. and today a plane full of strangers sat and stood in stillness together.
a mom hugged her daughter a little tighter.
a young child quietly glanced back and forth between the events outside the window and their mother, hoping to find an explanation in between.
a group of middle school girls on a club trip that just seconds ago were shouting and playing a card game suddenly crowded the windows, heads resting on each others shoulders and fell silent, watching with mouths wide open.
a veteran stood alone in the corner and wiped his cheek.
i’ve always believed that airports have the sweetest hellos and hardest goodbyes.
the last time i was at an airport and time stood still, i was watching my brother in law reunite with my sister and their three children after serving on his second tour overseas. what a sweet hello - bodies collapsing into one another after months and months of worry.
this family, however, thought the next time they were at the airport they too would be saying hello, but instead they had to say goodbye.
we all know someone that is serving or has served. and i hope we recognize the severity of their sacrifice, squeeze the ones that make it back safely a little tighter and remember that nothing free is truly free.