After a whirlwind trip to Texas to visit my brother and sister-in-law before they became parents, my family and I flew back to Logan airport in Boston and called the shuttle to take us to our car. Twenty minutes later, no shuttle. Twenty minutes later, still no shuttle.
Hangry, sleep deprived, and generally irritable, I was growing more and more frustrated with the shuttle service. In our modern world, I struggle with unnecessary inefficiency and unknowns. It’s not a trait I love about myself. Nearly twenty minutes later, the shuttle still hadn’t arrived. Each time we called, the service would tell us to stay put, suggest we wait outside in the frigid New England cold, and hang up on us. I sat down on the baggage carousel utterly exasperated.
Then I saw a man my age or a little younger walk by. He had one leg, and I thought, “Oh, I’m okay. My life is great. I can wait for this shuttle.” It was a little perspective on how good and easy my life actually was. Sadly, […]