Ticketing Agent Short Story

Three summers ago, my family and I decided to fly to Florida for my dance nationals. When we arrived at the airport, we had to check in our luggage and then move on to the waiting area and wait for the call of our flight boarding time. While waiting, I thought about how I had my one carry-on luggage and my other two suitcases were somewhere, either on the airplane or on its way to be put onto the airplane. I realized that I had put trust in the airport (JFK) to get my luggage onto the plane safely and a guarantee that it will be there at my destination when I go to pick it

It was still about five hours until our flight and Alfred looked starved after going without food for an hour. We found a parking spot to abandon his car in until we came back from the trip. The bus to the terminal took a while, but it did not justify waking up so early for the 11 o’ clock flight. It wasn’t until we got inside that I found out just how much the airport has changed. We checked in our luggage and printed out our tickets at this machine that scanned our passports. We went up an escalator to find our gate, but before we could get to it there was this huge line we had to go through.

al (2005) suggest that minimal evidence and research has been conducted on spiritual development, however, they hypothesize that spiritual development is a dimension of human life that is as important as cognitive, social, or emotional development and interrelated to each other. It is a dimension that is a person's effort to mix various aspects of development. Spiritual development introduces questions about the nature of spiritual change, transformation, growth, or maturity through life phases or stages. The authors emphasize that "understanding the continuity of childhood and adolescence is as vital to understanding spiritual development as it is to recognizing the phases and stages that are part of that process" (Roehlkepartain et. al,

“A Pair of Tickets” is a short story written by the famous writer named Amy Tan. This story focuses on a woman called Jing-Mei Woo. Jing-Mei Woo is born in the United States, even though her parents are from China. She is considered as a Chinese American. In consideration of being born and raised in the United States, as Jing-Mei gets older she is having a hard time to accept that she is Chinese. Jing-Mei and her father, Canning Woo buys a pair of tickets to travel to China after her mother’s death because Jing-Mei wants to know what it feels to be Chinese and visit her sisters as well. Three places that Jing-Mei Woo shows her reactions and feelings are in the taxi, the hotel, and Shanghai Airport.

Another, aspect, spirituality is not as much a prearranged system, it is a quest and a prolongation of one’s development.

Our journey began on a cold Monday morning. We were flying from John Wayne Airport. From John Wayne we flew to O’hare international. Where we only had fifty minutes to find the next flight. Luckily, the next plane, we had to board was in the same terminal, which gave us enough time to use the

I rushed over to check in and retrieve my boarding pass. Lately a lot of planes have been going missing, which is all I could think about the whole time. “Flight 23 is now boarding.” I carried my carry on baggage onto the plane. I looked down at my boarding pass and realized that I was already at my seat. There was a man sitting in my designated seat. I was too nervous about the flight to even question him. I sat down next to him. I looked out the window and noticed in the distance that dark cumulus clouds were being formed. There was a strong wind that hit my side of the plane, furiously shaking the whole aircraft. Having hope was the only thing that came to mind every time negative thoughts would

I’d like to state the most obvious observation that I’ve made about spiritual formation; that is that I will always need to be seeking for ways to nurture my personal spirituality throughout my life. I know that to most people this may sound like a “duh” statement, but for me it has truly become a reality and one that I must admit I have been struggling to embrace. I was brought up in a church that, like most traditional churches, stayed happy living in the “comfort zone” of their Christianity. They took everything that the Bible said at face value without digging in to find out why they believed what they believed. I had never been challenged to look deeper into the text. In the past few years I have felt the need to tunnel out of this

You are in an airport waiting for your plane to arrive. You've never flown before, and are more terrified than you can ever remember being. Everyone has told you the supposedly comforting statistics - "millions of planes take off each day and there's only a handful of crashes," "flying is safer than driving." You know rationally that there is no reason to be so scared, but regardless your heart is racing, your palms are sweating, and you're light-headed. Simply the thought of being up in the air, out of control, makes you feel faint. Finally the flight attendant announces that your plane has arrived. But as all the other passengers line up to get onboard, you grab your luggage and walk straight out of the airport,

Understanding your abilities, good flight planning, and thorough preparation for the flight are a few ways to combat get-there-it is.

Lost my way in the Seattle airport was the first reason that made me felt uneasy. I had to get my luggage in order to take my flight to Salt Lake City. I was confused that time because I could not find the place for the luggage check-in to Salt Lake City; moving my head left to right to see if there was someone I could ask for help or there were anybody like me that did not know where to go, but people just passed by me quickly, and left myself standing there restlessly. After finally finished with the luggage, the next obstacle occurred: where is the boarding gate? I realized the limited time for boarding the next flight. So the departure terminal was now an athletic track for me because I started to run to. Luckily, I could take a deep breath to relax after running through the ‘athletic track’ and found the boarding gate.

On July 14, 2016, my family and I boarded a 13 hour flight to Africa to see a crossing from the wildebeest migration. “Welcome to Africa, you have arrived at your destination” was engaged from the overhead speakers of the airplane. Followed by the seven translated versions. Which was very inconvenient for anyone trying to watch a movie, considering that one P.A. or Public Announcement would take about 13 minutes. Even for something as simple as “The captain has turned the seatbelt sign on.” Once we landed, I must have waited at least thirty minutes before getting off. On my way out from the plane, my family and I got on a bus to take us from the airplane to the airport. The bus had dropped us off at a set of stairs leading up to a pair of doors that lead inside. As soon as the doors

My grandpa told me to be safe and his mustache tickled as he kissed my cheek. I hugged and kissed my grandma then walked to the line. A sign and security employee directed me to place my backpack on a x-ray conveyor then walk through the gate. On the other side was my escort who would take me to the plane. She brought me to the plane and I boarded before the other passengers. I relaxed until the first passengers arrived. I quietly listened to their conversations and waited for the passengers who would sit next to me in the center isle. The doors were shut and still my row was empty except for me.

The last step of the spiritual growth is the spirituality itself, how we love God. From the Bible, we can see Matthew 22:37 that we must love the God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with your entire mind and we can see John 14:15 that if we love God, we will obey God’s commandments. Loving God means that we love God as the first priority and obey His commandments. It is also said in the bible John 4:21, whoever loves God, must love his brother also. God is

My journey the day I left my home country in search of a better life was not as pleasurable or exciting as I expected. Although it was not a long flight, the accumulation of unexpected vicissitudes during the trip made my dream of traveling an absolute nightmare. Not only my sadness to be leaving my family behind, the uncertainty to fly alone and for the first time, or my inexperience with the procedures at the airport contributed to this calamity, but even my neighbor on the plane added his bit of sand in the affair. All this situation was such traumatic to me that I even considered never daring to fly again.