Crying At The Baggage Claim

In my early-twenties, I found myself crying at baggage claim. Despite bolting through Dallas Fort Worth International Airport, I missed my connecting flight. My flight had been the last of the day, and the airline’s customer service representatives couldn’t offer me anything more than a new flight the next morning.

When I realized I would be spending the night alone in an unfamiliar public place, I felt overwhelmed. It happens all the time, but it had never happened to me.

Unsure of where to go or what to do, I sat down, leaned up against the baggage carousel, and began to cry. Dozens, if not hundreds, of people passed by. But one man stood out. He stopped, squatted before me, and asked if I was okay. When I nodded timidly, he reassured me, “Whatever going on, it will be okay,” and smiled. Within a minute, he was gone.

Though I still felt distraught, having someone notice that I was suffering made the situation feel far less dire. Come join my on The Heart of The Matter, where we’ll further explore the power of being seen.

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