A Week In An Airport

I recently saw a client who had spent a week in airports across Europe and the U.S. trying to get home after spending the holidays in Italy.

I can’t say that I’d ever wondered what sleeping on benches and chairs and floors would do to my back. I suppose if I’d ever considered it, I figured I’d be permanently broken. This client, surprisingly, was not. Of course, she’s younger, still in college. Still, I was surprised that she wasn’t in worse shape.

While working with her, I began to contemplate the levels of frustration spending that much time stranded must have generated. I can’t imagine.

Afterward as I was driving home listening to the news from Haiti, I began thinking about how frustrated and desperate the survivors of the earthquake must feel. The outpouring of aid from the U.S. is encouraging. I hope it’s in time.