How often do you find yourself in a hurry? Hurry, hurry, race race race!!
Orlando International Airport. Yesterday. Everyone was racing to catch the tram to the main airport terminal. Three of us in the corner were thanking the returning soldier for his 10-months in Afghanistan. He’s home for two weeks, then going back. I asked him what was the first thing he was going to do. His reply made us all smile.
Then, when the doors opened, everyone went back to racing – to get to baggage claim, or in my case, the parking garage.
But, many of us stopped in or tracks.