Leaving on a Jet Plane

So, I don’t really have very much to say. Life is good. It’s going to be raining for the next few days. But that’s okay, because it’s spring and rain makes the grass green again and the flowers come out.

Because I like to tell stories, I will tell you all the story of the school group that went to Japan.

One day some faculty members decided to set up a trip to Japan for students to go on. So, they organized meetings, met with the parents, filled out all the paperwork, bought the plane and hotel tickets, created an itinerary, and they were ready. It would be a tremendous occasion and the whole school was excited, there was almost a feeling of enthusiasm in the air for everyone, even the people that would not be going. Anyhow, they were scheduled to leave Minneapolis/St. Paul International at around 6:00 and they would be flying to Chicago, then to San Francisco, and then directly to Japan. Now, it is important to remember that there existed a boy, named Joshua, who unfortunately had a sudden, and prolonged, period of lateness, or earliness. (It is not entirely important to the story but you will understand why it is important to decide on one of the two, later.) So let’s say it was lateness to make things easy, this is not a documentary.

Anyhow, this unfortunate boy, found himself on a flight to Chicago ‘O Hare from Minneapolis just like the other group, the only difference between the two groups, was that they were not flying on the same flight. Perhaps poor Joshua met a beautiful flight attendant, or maybe he sat next to a smelly bald man, it is uncertain, but what is certain, and very fortunate, is that he was reunited with the original group of disgruntled teenagers and busily chaperoning adults.

But that is not nearly the end. Because these students, adults, chaperones, guardians, and teachers had been informed that their flight to San Francisco was cancelled for two days due to something like weather, or perhaps it was the Magnitude 6.2 earthquake that shook Japan last Sunday, this is uncertain.

Now let me tell you about another boy, I can’t tell you his name, because that little tidbit has been prevented from my retrieval. Therefore, for these purposes, let me refer to this lovely young fellow as James. (FYI: This is where it is important to decide that Joshua was late.) Now, your parents may have taught you that, say, when you are going to a job interview, or you are going to usher at a theatre, that it is important to arrive early so that you may prepare yourself for whatever may be ahead of you. Whether it was this “early” mentality that inhabited James or not, early James got directly on a flight to Japan and is due to arrive there late tonight. I wish I could tell you what he ate for lunch on the plane, my gut tells me that it was not nuts, because of all the allergies, but perhaps he had Sprite, or Pepsi. Maybe he sat next to a tired smelly bald man, or met a gorgeous flight attendant. I am not sure. All I know is the most heartfelt condolences I have for the people that might have had fun at the navy pier in Chicago today. I can only imagine what the adults are thinking about James. The most likely emotion I could give them for this story would have to be fear, the gut clenching kind of pain that you get when your heart hides in the mucus membrane of your stomach as you fall off, what seems like a cliff, but is really a roller coaster. Perhaps you know that feeling.

Sometime tonight, or tomorrow in Japan time, James will arrive in the airport and wait around for the rest of his buddies, the people that were going to join him in a tour around earthquake city, Japan. The friends that he’s gotten to know all year at school and perhaps out of school as well. He might wait five, ten, fifteen, twenty minutes, leaning up against some sort of pole or pillar, as those are good leaning things. Or he might sit in one of those uncomfortable airport seats, and eventually he will look up at the board to see what in the world is taking his friends so long. It might take him a few minutes, because those things often seem to be so complicated somehow, but he will find it, and he might gasp, or laugh when he finds that everyone is delayed TWO DAYS. But no one knows what will happen after that. He will surely be rejoined with his group, everyone will sigh in relief and they will all explore Japan, explore all the great sights. They will laugh. They will cry. They will live within an eighth of a mile of each other for nine days. And then they will return to the United States, and, if they are seniors, what will be the last and final quarter of their high school year. And sometime, when they are back, they will laugh, if they aren’t already right now, because it is funny, the way of life. It really the way everything in this world works, someday we will all understand that about life, we don’t need to understand it right now, but one day we will understand, and we’ll roll over in our graves and we’ll laugh. This life is too simple to worry. It is too wonderful to think that things will not turn out all right in the end.

This is a true story; at least, the parts that were true are true. Take it as you will.

Thank you so much for your time.

Posted in Blogging by Preston on March 30th, 2007

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