June 23, 2011 found me on “pins and needles” waiting at the Minneapolis-Saint Paul Airport yet again. I watched people hustle and bustle with their luggage, couples strolling hand in hand, people reading newspapers and then my eye caught a sweet baby girl’s face. Reflecting on her gracious innocence, I found myself more at ease as I waited for custom gates to open.
I watched a security guard unlock a side entrance door. I went up to him and made small talk. He told me the plane had landed; it would be another thirty minutes and the gates would open. I told him to please let a man by the name of Gavin, with a British accent, go through customs first! He winked at me and said he would see what he could do. We laughed and he disappeared through the secured door. The next thirty minutes seemed like eternity.
Viewing from afar, I believed I saw a distinguished British man as the gates finally opened. There he was. He couldn’t see me but I could see him! He was real. He isn’t a figment of my imagination. I thanked God for safe travels and for allowing this long overdue dream reach realization. Tears cascaded down my rosy cheeks. A different security guard noticed and said, “Must be someone very special that you see coming through those gates soon.” “Yes,someone I have waited to see for sixteen years!” But the words didn’t form; I couldn’t speak. I just smiled at her and tried to regain my composure. How could I possibly explain to her that the man who helped me to fight the fight to live was coming through the gates, from across the ocean, to meet me for the first time!
Two more people came through the gates and they closed. He had to be next. I told myself to take deep breaths. My heart was racing. The gates opened. There he was. I stopped jumping and just started to purr … Until next time … Never give up on your dreams! Rosie