Pam, also known as Roughwighting, also known as blogger extraordinaire, also known as my Switcheroo (we switched blogs back in 2013; please read here if inspired), also known as a spiritual buddy, also known as a phone companion at times, also known as a published authoress, just lured me over to her latest blogging post today.
It’s called Missed Perception. Do take the time to read it. It’s the story of one of her latest nervous flying trips up in the sky. It’s the story of how she perhaps misjudged her seat mate. It’s the story of how two strangers can end up crying together, bonding, finding commonalities. It’s the story of how we all–far too often–miss out on meeting a special person because of our missed perceptions.
I was going to type a long commentary response about one of my own flying missed perceptions, but decided to high-tail it back to my own blog and share it with all of you. So that you, too, could think about and share one of your own missed perceptions, if you like.
My story isn’t as amazing as Pam’s. It involves no tears. It happened on a flight in late July, 2015. (Where was I headed? One moment, must check the magical journal referred to in last blog.) Ahhh, yes, I was flying from Houghton to Chicago to Portland, Oregon to visit my precious daughter. The date was July 22nd. I had just quit blogging for an extended spell the previous month.
I boarded the plane and discovered my seat mate was a large silent man. He allowed me to crawl past him to the beloved window seat, but there was no communication. We sat without exchanging a word.
Then I began to feel very irritated. He was one of those large males (excuse me, males!) who felt larger-than-life. He seemed to steal my space. His arms stole the arm rest. He oozed himself into my personal space.
I silently fumed. You know how the mind over-reacts at times. (Darn you! Stay in your seat! Behave! Quit invading my space, you obnoxious fellow! Quit exuding so much confidence! Quit being one of those stupid macho men who think they own the world!!)
We didn’t exchange two words as the plane flew up above the July clouds toward Chicago.
Luckily, something inside finally tamed the Wild Fuming Beast inside me. It said, “Kathy, Kathy, Kathy, Kathy, why don’t you just let go for a moment and reach out from love instead of these negative thoughts? C’mon, you can do it!”
Snarling internally, I breathed deeply twenty times, recognizing the wisdom of this more loving inner thought.
I turned to my seat mate and managed, “Are you going to Chicago, or elsewhere?”
He was headed to the East Coast for a meeting.
We started chatting about this and that.
We chatted about that and this.
Suddenly, I felt this encompassing love. OH, he’s just a guy sitting on an airplane. He’s not obnoxious, not invading my space, not macho. OK, he might be all of those things, especially if you wanted to think of him in that light. But I felt only love.
Then he said, “Hey, where are you headed? How long do you have in Chicago?”
I had quite a wait in Chicago before the Portland plane took off.
“Just wondering–would you like to spend your extra time in the United Airline club? I have access, and would like to invite you. I have other things to do there–but you’re welcome to come in with me and enjoy some free food, drink and wi-fi. What do you think?”
By that time, I am in love with a Universe that is friendly and cooperative and loving. Just by changing one’s missed perceptions…miracles can happen. You can get a free meal in a United Airline Club. The world’s possible coldness and remoteness can collapse for just an instant.
Thanks, Pam, for this memory.
Any of you readers ever experience a missed perception that turned out to be pure gold?