I was in New Orleans all week for a work conference and was expecting my wife to join me on Thursday night. Well it turned out that our son got really sick and she was not able to make it. He was so sick infact, that I had to cancel my trip and come home on Friday instead of Sunday. I soon learned that this entire chain of events were also part of the cosmic syncronicity of late as you will soon see.
On the way back from New Orleans I sat next to a cowboy hat wearing ranchero guy. After a few minutes of the flight I offered some pretzels I had. He declined, but it got us talking. It turns out that he had not flown in near 30 years. He always said that it would only be in the case of an emergency.
It turns out that his 22 year old son, which he leaft at an early age, has just comitted suicide and he was coming back to bury him. He was most upset because his son, to whom he did not frequently speak, was usually upset with him and did not treat him totally well. He felt that maybe
My heart went out to the man, and his life reminded me of my childhood. My mother and I left my father when I was five and I always resented him for it. It was not until I finally met back up with him and realized that I was being stupid that I really felt like I was a complete man. I told this to the man on the plane and that I always loved my dad, but was rude and incincere before I realized that I was wrong. I think it helped him a little bit to tell him that I really did love my dad, and that I was sure that his son loved him.
We continued to cry and talk and it turns out that I took down his number and plan on going to the service when he lets me know.
The kicker of the whole thing is that the man's name is the same as a good friend I had when I was growing up. I was really glad I was on that plane to be there for him!
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