He helped a stranger through the worst moment of her life at an airport, never expecting to see her again. Two years later, as he stood at the altar ready to say “I do,” she walked into the church. Was it a coincidence, or fate demanding a reckoning?
I was at the airport on a Thursday afternoon in September, ready to catch my flight to Chicago for a conference. Nothing special about the trip, just three days of presentations and networking that I wasn’t particularly excited about.
But something about that day felt heavier than usual.
The terminal was absolute chaos. Flights were delayed due to storms, and people were arguing with staff at every gate. Announcements echoed nonstop until the words became meaningless noise.