Happy
Birthday, USA!
I have
been {almost} all around the world. Now,
I’m not saying I’ve been everywhere in the world, but I have traveled a good
bit. I feel so lucky to have all the experiences
and memories from these foreign lands. Travel
is gift!
I got my
first passport when I was seventeen years old.
I used it just a few months later to enter Nicaragua for a mission’s
trip. That was over thirteen years ago. I love my passport. When I was a flight attendant, I was required
to carry my passport on every trip.
There was always the possibility I would be whisked away to another
land. That instability may sound
frightening to some, but for me it was exhilarating. Once, when I was walking through the Newark
airport, heading to my gate to fly to Omaha or someplace equally exciting,
my phone rang. Crew scheduling was on
the phone. “We have a new assignment for
you. We need you to work the flight to Barcelona.” I changed direction, headed to the
international terminal, and was on my way.
What a rush!
Me in Barcelona |
Please
take a few minutes to read about my bra drive (and clean out your drawers.)
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