The following happens between 6:00 a.m. and 7:00 a.m.
6 a.m. the alarm goes off and I roll out of bed. I go down stairs to make sure things are in order…the lunches for my family. I am in a bit of a fog, but this usual every morning. Upstairs I go, to shower and get dressed. Soon, I run into my boys one at a time, taking time to hug me and tell me that they love me and say that they are going to miss me. 6:30 am the door bell rings…my dad is at the door…so I kiss my wife good bye and leave the house.
It is cold outside as we drive to the airport. Dad and I have good conversation, it is good, very good. He drops me off at Air Canada…I see the line…I join…I wait. Everybody has a place to go, eye contact with strangers is limited, people hate standing in line, I hear some complaining….it is now 7 and my plane leave at 8:15 am… and I am still in line.