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Gate N1 - Exploring Patterns

Gate N1

The kids were hanging onto this man as if life itself stood before them.

And he just won’t let go. You see the three of them stood before Gate N1 as its passengers boarded the plane. The girls hugged this man and he, in return, kept assuring them in his own quiet way, it was going to be just fine.

The passengers slowly disappeared down the ramp to board the plane.

The girls and their father kept talking. Him on bended knee; them desperately trying to drag him down the ramp to the plane.

And he kept talking and reassuring them.

In the midst of the story sat a man. He sat with his head down, never that far away from the three, looking up every once and while with a face of reassurance, yet with profound sadness.

I caught his eye. We had a short conversation. Turns out his best friend was putting his daughters on the plane to send them home to his former wife. After a month with his daughters, this was a tough morning for his friend. His friend would likely not see them form another good six to eight months. Yet, those are the rules and his friend would honour the agreement.

The boarding area was now empty. The final passenger had vanished down the ramp to the plane.

It was time for the girls to board the plane. He quietly took his daughters to the gate, gave them one final hug, handed the staff the boarding passes and paper work and then watched them disappear down the ramp.

And as they vanished into the darkness of the loading ramp, he slowly walked back from the ramp towards his friend.

As he turned to look at his friend, the ball cap did it’s best to cover the heart break and tears that covered his face.

They just stood there. Nothing said, yet the silence and look of pain their faces at that moment said it all.

As they both watched the plane slowly taxi away from the gate, nothing was said. Yet, in that moment, everything was said.

Life is made up moments of caring. Caring deeply for the people we call our family, caring deeply for those who make us part of their family.

To the friend, the father and the girls, their experience at the airport remains a caring moment in time.

It is a moment that demonstrates the best in people that I shall treasure for life.

For it represents what it means to care deeply, to be human and to be our very best when it hurts.

And it is that ability to be our best, despite all that is happening in our lives, that makes us truly human.