If you read my last post, you would have read that I was a bit nervous about flying by myself, back home. I'm a nervous flyer at the best of times, and so I wasn't too keen on making the trip by myself.
The first part of the trip (actually, it was the airport in San Diego) was a bit of an ordeal this morning. The airport doesn't open until 5 a.m. I got there at about 5:05. The line-ups were horrendous just to check the bags and get through security. As a result, by the time I made it through and got to the gate, everyone had already boarded the plane. I was one of the last ones on - and that was for a flight that left at 6:35! I was pretty frazzled. It was a good thing that I had dragged John to the convenience store the night before to get some food for the plane or I wouldn't have had any real food until 4 pm this afternoon.
However, on the second leg of the trip, I was seated beside a lovely lady who was 82. We chatted the whole trip. I had the pleasure of hearing all about her life - her 7 children and husband, her life as a housewife to a farmer. I enjoyed listening to her tell about adventures she's had through her life. It amazed me that her she was, 82, and travelling alone all over the place to see family and friends. She enjoys every part of her journeys. Her husband has passed away in the last couple of years, and she hasn't let that stop her. She was a real inspiration. She'll never know how much of an impact she made on me. I know that our paths will never cross again, but it's an encounter that will remain with me for a very long time.