Sitting on the runway for an hour and a half, delirious without any exact required place to be, I took a nap. It was nice actually. Quite nice. I slept without worrying about any misconnections or appointments I might not make. Drifting, my neighbor had the same idea and reclined back in his seat, ready to wait.
Our plane’s left engine had decided today was the day and called in sick right on the precipice of departure.
Suddenly, awakened quickly and without regress, a blurry apparition peered over the seat in front of mine. I tried to focus as the piercing silence broke under a flurry of giggling revelry.
Yes, the little boy in front of me was so excited to see me that he couldn’t stop laughing and declaring his unbound bliss into the quiet belly of our massive bird.
There. That’s the moment. Among the multiple choices available, I made a decision. Did I choose well? Did I make a big mistake? I went through all possible ideas. I could have ignored him, I could have quieted him down, or better yet, I could have played with him.
Instead I smiled, and started laughing with him. It wasn’t the best decision, nor was it the worst.
No, it was a decision and I’m happy to have made it. A simple decision, but definitely a decision. Are decisions important? Does each one carry significance?
I don’t know,
but a decision set in the chaotic deluge of decision making decision practitioners provides the opportunity to write such sentences as this.
Otherwise, I’d argue that such deep thought over a simple laugh might destroy that beautiful moment of vulnerability, victory, and defeat.
And I wouldn’t want to do that.