On the way to the airport, my phone began to ring. I looked at the number and didn't recognize it. The voice on the other end was a man that had been through the treatment center. I had given him a book with my number written inside. He called to tell me that he was staying clean and that his daughter really liked the book.
The flights went fine, with no significant delays. It was hard getting used to the city mentality again. At school, everyone waves to everyone, even though we may not know each other's name. In the airport and on the plane, most people glue themselves to their technological device or magazine and avoid any interaction with others. If you sit next to someone on the plane, they will usually answer your questions, but are not interested in becoming a friend. On my last flight, however, I found an exception. I sat next to this nice gentleman from South Carolina who was on his way to spend Christmas in Spokane, with his wife. We talked all the way from Minneapolis to Spokane, mostly about the Bible. He is a believer and was surprised to run into someone that knew a little about the Old Testament and prophecy. Sometimes it pays to be friendly, because you never know what someone's story is. I was reading at the terminal in Minneapolis when a guy about my age sat down a few seats away. I started talking to him and found out that he went to Moody Bible Institute in Spokane. We discussed missions and he told me about his experience trying to learn Chinese. Thankfully, nothing bad happened on the trip. My parents picked me up at the airport and we drove home.
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