February 1
Just before takeoff I notice a friend, Edna, takes a seat up
front. Once in the air she comes back to visit. She asks me why I am going to New York ? Surprised I
said, "I'm not. This plane is going to Baltimore ."
Edna is furious. “We said Baltimore when each passenger boarded.” The
flight attendant says sternly
We can get going so
fast that we don't hear the directions for our lives. For a long time I was
headed for the wrong gate.
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