Yesterday’s post ended with, “Five minutes later, he was an angel.”
However our encounter started an hour earlier. When I first approached him, he was having breakfast in the small food court. We were the only people there at the time.
I asked him permission to say something and, of course, he graciously granted it.
After sharing a very simple thank you with him – and I may have mentioned my Dad (Korean War) and Father-in-law (WWII) both served – we both smiled and went on about our morning.
About an hour later, totally by chance we end up sitting together for 3-4 minutes right before boarding.
The plane was a smaller regional jet and, being in Zone 1 (first boarding) I walked out on the tarmac and up the steps (like the President does) to get on the jet.
It was there that panic set in. “My phone! Where’s my phone? Oh no! I can’t be missing my phone. I’ve got to find it!”
As I was about to have a meltdown, and was walking the opposite way to get off the plane to go back inside the terminal, the Military Man, my new Angel, was holding it out in his hand.
God is good! 🙂
