Sabbath Moment with Terry -- The Healing Power of a Hug Its already long past departure time. Im standing near the gate, waiting for the inbound passengers to deplane. Theres nowhere to go, and the plane will depart when it departs. Even so, the passengers (including me) are beginning to huddle, as if our hovering will speed up the process. We form a makeshift column, all of us wanting dibs on the precious above-seat-cargo-space. Standing nearby, facing the now open jet-bridge-door, is a uniformed soldier. He stands with nervous energy, conveying a restless and eager air. He watches the door intently. With him, a friend. In his right hand he holds a large poster board sign, now hanging down by his side, hand stenciled in magic marker, Welcome Home! I love you! Since he has been allowed to stand at the arrival gate (past airport security), it is evident that he is waiting for an unaccompanied minor. The passengers from the inbound flight spill from the doorway. She is the final passenger to deplane, accompanied by a flight attendant. Around her neck, a plastic packet hangs with her documents. She is, perhaps twelve or thirteen, although still childlike with two perfect braids. She scans the faces; sees her father, and her smile is radiant and luminous. There is a moment. A pause. And she catapults herself into his wide-open arms. His hand-lettered sign has dropped from his hand to the floor, now immaterial, and as his daughter leans into his chest, he clutches her tightly and kisses her head. Those of us lucky enough to witness this scene know the healing power, and blessedness of this embrace... READ MORE, Click LINK below...
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 17:35:02 +0000
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