I am really enjoying this. Blogging, that is. I feel like a little kid who is experiencing his first time flying. I truly cannot believe that it took me so long to get to this point—8 freakin’ years! To get my story, you have to read my bio and follow along in the posts to get the gist of my story. Long story short, it has taken me a long time to decide that building a website is the best way for me to use my creative mind to express myself and reach my goal in my mission statement. Although I just started blogging in 2024, the blogging journey actually started in 2006 when I had to close my business, and one of my customers named “Hawk” sat with me at coffee and told me I am good at writing and that I should blog. (I previously had a website for my business—I had about 70-100 readers.)
On my recent plane travel journey, I sat behind a family. They had 3 kids all varying in age, the oldest being the girls. I did not interact with them until we landed and the youngest boy stuck his head over the seat and was staring at me. I said, “Hello there, guy!” Mom instructed him to say hi, but instead, he looked away and crawled onto his mom’s lap.
The two girls sitting in front of me (possibly twins) then started talking to me. I asked them if they had fun! Of course, they replied yes. My reply? “It sounded like it!” 😊 Mom was telling them about their next flight that would last 4 hours. The girls were telling me about it at the same time also. I asked them if they were excited and absolutely, they were! I then made Mom laugh by adding that Mom was more excited about that long flight than they were!
As we exited the plane, the family made their way through the gate. The youngest wanted to pull his carry-on, and as Mom was obliging him and guiding him as quickly as possible trying to keep him out of the way of all the other passengers trying to exit, Dad was walking with the girls. As they headed towards their next gate, the youngest went one way, and as Mom started chasing him, Dad and the others walked on. Then Dad turned around and saw Mom going the other way on the chase. He left the luggage in the middle of the walkway to go help her and told the girls to stay there. The girls promptly took off for the play area just ahead. Mom and Dad started calling for all the kids loudly as they tried to regather them. All I could do was smile.
As we made our way to our connecting gate, there was a piano in the galley of the terminal. A family had stopped, and the oldest boy began to play. It was beautiful. As I watched, I really wanted to take his picture, but in this day and age, it would be weird to do that unless I asked permission. So instead, I etched it into my memory. Then he messed up and, in his embarrassment, promptly got up and announced he was done. I gave him a bravo remark because, hey—who else was playing it like that? His younger sister ran over, sat down, and began to play the same tune. It too was fabulous. The pattern repeated itself. The girl would play until she messed up, except this time, she would give several attempts at getting the next stanza until she gave up. The family moved on, and I gave them a “great job” comment.
While the boy was playing, I did see a sign on the piano that caught my attention. It read: Sing for Hope. I snapped a picture of that because you may not be surprised that I am quite interested in anything that involves HOPE!
Writing gives me Hope. It gives me hope for you.
I am really enjoying this, are you?!