It's Good To Be Home

I am back home and the dogs were thrilled to see me. I am sure the cat was happy too but she doesn't do thrilled very well. While the flight to DC wre entertaining, the flights back were arduous. People were cranky because flights had been cancelled. Flight attendants were cranky too. My flight was 40 minutes late and then the connection was 40 minutes late. Both flights had turbulence and I ate something that didn't agree with me which meant climbing over people to get to the bathroom twice. Plus the seatbelt sign kept going on and off and on because of the turbulence. I thought I was going to get yelled at for going to the bathroom but managed not to somehow.

I sat between a elderly couple because one wanted the aisle seat and one wanted the aisle. There was a little bit of bickering between them which made the flight a little awkward at times. The gentleman was a WWII and Vietnam veteran. He flew a Liberator aircraft over France and got hit with flak. He crash landed in a vineyard and was rescued by the Free French. They took him in to their farmhouse and had a champagne party all night. He went back to visit them in the 80's and their son, who was the same age as their own son, came to the US for a while to visit. After that he went to Law school and became a medical malpractice attorney. He was still in the reserves and got called up for Vietnam where he flew a front loading cargo plane.

What I admired most about him was how much he said he enjoyed his work, both being and attorney and flying military planes. His son is now a physician of who he was very proud. Now he is retired and fills his time with veterans groups. I don't think he will be around much longer but he seemed to have lived a fulfilling life.

Whenever I meet someone who loves (or loved) their job it makes me feel like I need to work harder to find something that I love to do. Hopefully I can focus on that goal this year.