INSPIRATION AT THE AIRPORT

BY GENEVIEVE MARSH

As I stood in a busy airport terminal in Chicago, fear began to sink in. It was late at night, I was alone, and my connecting flight home to California had just left without me. A feeling of being separated from God threatened to overwhelm me.

This all happened several years ago during a trip home from Europe. I was traveling back from a three-week visit with my best friend in Germany, and the last stop was this layover in Chicago. Since I was an "unaccompanied minor," the airline had assigned an escort to pick me up at my gate and help me get to the next terminal. But when I exited the plane, the escort wasn't there. After a few minutes of waiting impatiently, I eventually decided that I did not need an escort—after all, I had traveled before and knew my way through the airport.

About the author

Genevieve Marsh lives in Auburn, California, and is a seniorr in high school. She enjoys playing water polo, horseback riding, windsurfing, and adventure travel.

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