Same Flight Different Destination

I had a big smile on my face walking through the international terminal at DFW. I can’t say if was the ease my third bag was allowed on the plane, the familiar place and faces – seeing so many Indian passengers that produced the euphoria – but I had it and I intended to keep it as long as I could.

I was even prepared for the security line and pulled out my “suspicious” liquids in a handy Ziploc bag ready for inspection.

To those passengers seated around me – the ritual I perform prior to the take off must seem peculiar. My son and I traveled together last January and when he saw the process he commented “you are a FREAK!”

I quickly take my window seat, empty out the front pocket and refill with my own necessary and immediate items. Next, I remove my ionizer and place it protectively around my neck – a shield against all those airborne enemies. I carefully open the provided blanket while stowing the plastic liner to be used as a temporary garbage bag when needed. I remove my contacts, don my glasses, pull out appropriate reading/writing material, stow all other unnecessary hand luggage safely under my seat. Now I make sure tissues and drugs are readily accessible, remove my shoes, stow them where there is no slippage, don socks for warmth, and arrange the blanket for maximum coverage.

I patiently watch the boarding passengers scan the seat numbers in the aisle looking for where they will land. Of course I can’t forget to pray! However, the confession is I am praying for my seat to be empty so I can stretch out! On a fully-booked flight this was not to be. Of course I also pray for the small quiet types as well. Then I pray for the children – that’s right – I am always thinking of the children. Keep them as far away from me on the plane as possible.

The airplane has served as a safe sanctuary and decompression tank where I can mentally adjust to the days and times ahead.

I count my blessings always – next “sheep”.