Last week, I spent some significant
time in airports. And while admittedly, a lot of it was spent
quickly moving from one place to another, I did get some time to just
stop and observe. Without question, there is no greater gathering of
human emotion than in an airport.
You see business travelers, wearily
dragging their carry-on rollers bags and laptops as to not waste any
time at the baggage claim when they land for that oh-so-important
business meeting. Sometimes they travel in packs, but mostly you see
them by themselves – eyes straight forward and moving with a
self-appointed purpose.
You see parents, grandparents and kids
going to visit extended families – sometimes for the first time.
They move like a small unit, never letting the young go too far away,
but ensuring they learn from the new experience. Each one carries
something special from home – a teddy bear or blanket, reading
glasses or that special pillow. The parents? entertaining and
distracting old and young alike so none of them realize just how
tired they really are.
You see young couples, hand-in-hand,
embarking upon an adventure. At first glance, their shoes and
handbags usually give away their origins, and when they open
their mouths to speak, you can figure out just how far they have
traveled. They look around and take in every moment as to promise
themselves they will never forget their youth (but we all do)
You see sports teams going to their
next gig. Matching sweats, iPods in abundance, laughter on their
faces and dance moves in front of the McDonalds. Clearly they have
not lost.
There are the thousands and thousands
of people who work at the airport. Who go to their day or night job
to ensure each and every one of us makes it to where we need to
be...because we all have to travel.
And at its worst, the airport is a
public forum for the most private of times. The loss of a loved-one
is devastating. Traveling to reach “home” during that time is
excruciating. You know who they are, but don't want to look. They
are the ones wearing the sunglasses - with a tear streaming down
their face. They have no desire to be there, yet they move through.
So the next time you are in an airport,
take a look around. Each person is there for a different reason.
There is no greater gathering of human emotion or a more beautiful
diverse slice of humanity.