May 23
Four of us are waiting standby at O'Hare airport. If we miss this flight we spend the night in Chicago. I silently pray we’ll all make it to Bradley Field. An agent says there are three seats left in coach. The other three men, all much younger than me, sprint through the door and down the jet way.
The agent holding our tickets says, "What's your name?" I tell her. She beckons with a finger and I follow her down the ramp into the full aircraft.
"You get to sit in first class,” she says.
"And whoever trusts in the Lord, happy is he." (Proverbs 16:20)
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