Flight, or what appears to be such.
Monday, September 29, 2008
1:12 PM
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Let me share what I felt this weekend through a metaphor.
There was a person who had to leave for another country. And not just leave -- that person was migrating, never to come back. And then there was this person she didn't want to leave behind -- someone who was almost like a brother to her. The girl never had an older brother, although the guy acted exactly like one to her.I realize that this is how I felt just the past weekend. It's as though someone drove me to the airport and dropped me off. And right now, it feels like I'm still in the terminal, passing through immigration authorities, waiting for my flight -- since I'm mulling things over and I still haven't really decided what I'll do.
That person helped her through all of her migration woes -- he gave her advice on all sorts of things, from the clothes that she should bring, even which airline she should take.
The last thing he did for her was to drive her to the airport. The girl didn't want to leave her "brother", but she knew that in the end, she had to because it was the thing to do. As she started walking towards the terminal, he said, "Hey, you're going to be on your own now. You can call me if you need to, but you have to learn to rely on yourself too."
I just hope I don't miss the flight.
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