MEMORIES

Memories from the Atlanta Hartsfield Airport

The man was running through the Atlanta Airport like he was being chased. He was carrying a brief case and had a desperate look on his face. I stopped dead in my tracks to see what would unfold. When he got to his gate, the agent in charge told him the gate was closed and the plane had already gone. The disappointment was written all over his face, and no amount of pleading changed the situation.

I was captured by a real life scenario. What caused him to be late? What had he done that caused him to miss an important connection? Was it procrastination, was it a distraction, or was it that he just had to much to do to be where he needed to be?

The departure is always near at hand for some people. Don’t let this man’s story be your story.

We believe in you,

Cleddie & GayNell