Making Connections

SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 14, 2014

Making Connections

Ford Trimotor 

Today while working at USAirways, I received an incoming call from the cutest couple. They were each on the phone line, one in the kitchen, and one in the bedroom. They made a reservation with me, and the gentleman asked me what aircraft it was; I told him it was a CRJ. Then he told me a story about when he was around twelve (born in 1928). He and his friends were playing in a farmer's harvest, and the owner approached the boys and asked them if they would like to spin in his Ford Trimotor airplane. He said to me, "I don't think I ever did tell my parents that story" When I asked him if it was because he thought he would be in trouble, his response was so sweet; he said, "no, I knew they would not be upset, I didn't tell them because I didn't want them to be sad knowing they would never in their lifetime have the opportunity to fly" His wife was on the other end of the phone with the kindest voice saying "Oh darling, we need to let this girl get to work"  I loved to hear her laugh, while I was preparing their itinerary they were talking as if I couldn't listen to them. It reminded me of Vi and Ray--I asked them how long they had been married, and they laughed; both were so cute. He said he was around sixty-eight, but they had known each other since childhood.
This was such a polite conversation; I loved it so much because they had no idea what I looked like; a voice on the other end of the phone was kind and considerate, as they were with me also.

They were going to the funeral of their son. " I'm so sorry; it must be a difficult situation to have your son pass away before you do," she said "no, he was old,  lived a good life, and was struggling with cancer the past few years, so we are glad he is no more pain, I wouldn't mind visiting him soon"  Then they laughed again....under normal circumstances I would have felt uncomfortable, and wondered what to say to that, but I didn't I fully understood.

This has been a tough week for me, I never thought It would matter to me what people think about my face, but it does. I went to a Spanish-speaking meeting with one of my partners. Have you ever felt like someone was looking at you? You know the feeling I'm talking about; you want to look back at them to see if your feeling was right. I did; I looked at these two women who were talking about me in Spanish; I know this because the older woman looked at me and whispered something to her daughter (it was her daughter, not cheerful). Then they both looked at me, and the mother made this extraordinary face; again, they both looked at me. At that very moment, I was more vulnerable than I had ever felt. I could not concentrate on the speaker after that happened; some of that was because it was entirely in Spanish. I wanted to leave, but I didn't. I stood tall and made it through. I don't see any changes in my face, and I know when I smile, it is crooked, so it looks different. I love to laugh and smile--that has been temporarily taken away from me.

I know I will never look the same; I can recover and reprogram my brain, but I will re-form into a different person--hopefully better, stronger, and happier than I have ever been. I trust in the Lord and his plan for me; it's so hard on days like today when the reality of how I look is slammed in my face by others. I have a new journey that I can recover from. Hopefully, one day I will be on the other end of a phone conversation making a reservation and be able to smile with my heart as this couple did.

LABELS: CANCER, JOURNALING, LIVE HAPPY, USAIRWAYS