Life eeds to Ge this important aee the time Someone Waiting At gate13 the arrivals are just coming in. I see her. There she is. Just as poignant, the arrivals fold into the mix of people as if they have been the missing ingredient. There are tears and smiles, pure delight ringing in the laughter of seeing someone who has been gone I sit, glancing at my book, waiting for my turn to leave alone because the ones i love have a different schedule from mine and the one I am going to see, a daughter, is at the other end of my journey I think of other departures and arrivals. I recall seeing my daughter the daughter I am now going to visit, coming down that narrow corridor with her backpack slung on one shoulder, her overstuffed carry-on cradled in her arms, her headphones making her oblivious to the stream of people flowing along with her. She was in her first year at university coming home for a holiday in November--the first time since August. I wrapped myself around her as if she had been lost to me
At gate13, the arrivals are just coming in. “I see her. There she is.” Just as poignant, the arrivals fold into the mix of people as if they have been the missing ingredient. There are tears and smiles, pure delight ringing in the laughter of seeing someone who has been gone. I sit, glancing at my book, waiting for my turn to leave, alone because the ones I love have a different schedule from mine, and the one I am going to see , a daughter, is at the other end of my journey. I think of other departures and arrivals. I recall seeing my daughter, the daughter I am now going to visit, coming down that narrow corridor with her backpack slung on one shoulder, her overstuffed carry-on cradled in her arms, her headphones making her oblivious to the stream of people flowing along with her. She was in her first year at university coming home for a holiday in November—the first time since August. I wrapped myself around her as if she had been lost to me. Someone Waiting Life needs to be this important all the time
Life needs to Ge this important aee the time Someone Waiting Today my flight is two hours late. The book i am reading is not as interesting as the people leaving and coming, coming and leaving. A little boy about five is meeting his grandfather for the first time. He looks up and up at the face of a man who is not that tall, except to a child. Joy shines down and up, and i am wondering how one would capture this moment in words or on film When my flight is finally called, I gather my book and carry-on Since there is no one to see me off. i do not look back to see where i have come from. Instead, I think of my husband at work wondering if i have left yet, and my daughter at the other end wondering the same thing
Someone Waiting Today my flight is two hours late. The book I am reading is not as interesting as the people leaving and coming, coming and leaving. A little boy about five is meeting his grandfather for the first time. He looks up and up at the face of a man who is not that tall, except to a child. Joy shines down and up, and I am wondering how one would capture this moment in words or on film. When my flight is finally called, I gather my book and carry-on. Since there is no one to see me off, I do not look back to see where I have come from. Instead, I think of my husband at work wondering if I have left yet, and my daughter at the other end wondering the same thing. Life needs to be this important all the time
Life needs to Be this important aee the time Someone Waiting As I head toward the plane, I find myself remembering yet another arrival and departure when i was a newlywed. my 91-year-old grandfather died We had been very close, and one evening, returning from his funeral, I arrived at the airport crying. My husband of only a rear was waiting at the gate to take me in his arms. Because of my tears, everyone was looking at us, but I didn't care Somehow the emotion I felt seemed not at all out of place for the airport Life needs to be this important all the time. i wish all the people who went on a journey could come back to find someone waiting for them. i also wish they could leave with someone to see them off. i think of my grand father and realize that if dying is like this, a passage, then I am unafraid
As I head toward the plane, I find myself remembering yet another arrival and departure. When I was a newlywed, my 91-year-old grandfather died. We had been very close, and one evening, returning from his funeral, I arrived at the airport crying. My husband of only a year was waiting at the gate to take me in his arms. Because of my tears, everyone was looking at us, but I didn’t care. Somehow the emotion I felt seemed not at all out of place for the airport. Life needs to be this important all the time. I wish all the people who went on a journey could come back to find someone waiting for them. I also wish they could leave with someone to see them off. I think of my grandfather and realize that if dying is like this, a passage, then I am unafraid. Life needs to be this important all the time Someone Waiting
intense: adj. having a very strong effect or felt very strongly e.g The pain was so intense that I couldnt sleep 太痛了,痛得我睡不着。 2. He took an intense interest in all religious matters 他对所有的宗教问题都有浓厚的兴趣。 3. a look of intense dislike 强烈反感的眼神/表情
e.g. 1. The pain was so intense that I couldn't sleep. 太痛了，痛得我睡不着。 2. He took an intense interest in all religious matters. 他对所有的宗教问题都有浓厚的兴趣。 3. a look of intense dislike 强烈反感的眼神/表情 intense: adj. having a very strong effect or felt very strongly