Airports... are interesting. Right now I’m sitting in the commuter terminal at Lindbergh Field waiting for our flight to LAX that departs at 8:30. Right now its about 7:40 on Tuesday, June 16. This will be posted a little late on my blog because I do not want to proclaim to the free world that the Moldé house is vacant for raging house parties. :)
I’m facing the airstrip right now, and every minute or so different-colored planes of different shapes and sizes are taking off or coming in for landing. For some people, these flights mark the beginning or the end of an escapade, or merely just an interim location en route to bigger and better things.
Off in the distance lies the 5 freeway, and beyond that, the realm of suburbia-- marked by rows upon rows of houses. It’s amazing how much all of this is taken for granted… the cars we drive, the planes that increase the speed of a commute, and the houses we live in. I feel almost guilty in here, as I’ll be enjoying my time at Disney World while there are literally hundreds of millions struggling just to live one more day. Again, I’m just astounded as to why God willed me, and not others, the luxury of living in the States.
In this terminal alone, I count at least 5 or 6 laptops—which in impoverished places would be as rare as a 2009 Rolls Royce. I see about 4 people on cellphones, either talking or texting. And there are a couple kids here with their own gaming system. Oh, a guy just sat down with a phone, so we’ve got about 5 people with phones out. I’d be willing to wager all 50 people in here or so have a phone… prolly even the young kids in front of me.
Funny how simply sitting in a relatively vacant airport terminal would compel me to ponder philosophically. Maybe this is God just putting things into perspective, thus compelling me to be even more thankful.
Soon we’ll be en route to LAX, then to the Happiest Place in Florida… Walt Disney World. More to come a little later.
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