My flight started out like any other... except I was in the back row, giving me a little more leg room. A young girl sat beside me and for the first third of the trip she spoke little to me. When she did it was to ask me how I adjusted the air.
After dinner, somewhere over the Dominican Republic, she got sick. I won't go into details... let's just say I am very glad I had packed an extra shirt in my carry on. I was also moved to an empty seat. The flight attendants were very gracious and helped me every step of the near-hour long clean up and move process.
What does this have to do with patience? Well, I wish I were patient... but as time wore on, I just wanted to get settled. My patience had worn thin. I was tired and cranky. I must work on this virtue of patience because I was in very short supply.
Still, as we got off the plane much of the flight seemed to fade away. I did see the young girl one more time coming out of customs. She was still not feeling well. I pray she feels better. I hope the only thing she saw from me was compassion... and not my lack of patience.
