Steve walked into the airline...
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Steve walked into the airline terminal to meet Gary. Together they'd have four days at the
lake. They'd fish, rest, and stay up late talking about Kenshaw Elementary School. They'd
remained friends, although the years had separated them by a continent's width. However,
Steve had forgotten Gary's flight schedule. He couldn't remember which airline or which
hub he was flying through.
Then he heard a page over the loud speaker. He didn't catch it clearly. He set off to the terminal office. He heard the page again. It sounded like his name. The three syllables and the rhythm could have said, "Steve Atlin."
He'd just arrived at the counter and asked who was being paged when a fishing rod crashed onto his head. "I said, old man," Gary smiled, "where's Steve Atlin when you really need him?"
Sometimes we greatly benefit by a touch and by hearing our name clearly spoken in love.
Then he heard a page over the loud speaker. He didn't catch it clearly. He set off to the terminal office. He heard the page again. It sounded like his name. The three syllables and the rhythm could have said, "Steve Atlin."
He'd just arrived at the counter and asked who was being paged when a fishing rod crashed onto his head. "I said, old man," Gary smiled, "where's Steve Atlin when you really need him?"
Sometimes we greatly benefit by a touch and by hearing our name clearly spoken in love.
