I love to travel, but for years the only travel in my plans was on vacation. All that changed when I began racking up the frequent flier miles as a trainer for a personal empowerment company. The time away from the family was a big adjustment (for all of us) but with good communication we eventually regained our balance. About that time, my wife Randi began some travel in her new business as well (“just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water”).
Fast forward a few months and more than a few thousand air-miles and, needless to say, I was missing my wife and kids a lot. As timing would have it my beloved was leaving for the west coast for a woman’s event of her own. It was a Monday and I was returning home from Fort Lauderdale. Her flight to California was taking off from Newark Airport a few minutes after Noon on the same day. I was due to land at 12:08 (close but no cigar). My flight was on time so I figured I could at least speak to Randi before she took off. When I hit the tarmac and turned on my cell I received a text that my wife’s flight was still boarding. I had a chance! And thanks to a first class upgrade my exit from the plane was swift (I’ve always wanted to have a reason to say “swift”). The gate that I needed to get to was at least a 15 minute walk (or 10 minute sweaty run) so I hailed the first golf cart I could find and headed for Randi’s gate. She said the gate agent had boarded the entire plane except for her and that they were giving me a few minutes more to get there. It seemed that that golf cart had wings because before I was done talking to her I was there. I hopped out of the cart leaving my bags behind and started the 40 yard dash (this needed to be filmed — just saying). Randi was standing there looking beautiful and at this point the picture frames start slowing down. I walk up ever so cool (briefly glancing at the gate agent who was smiling from ear-to-ear) and lock lips with my honey — imaging if you will a scene from Casablanca (the colorized version of course). I think we were both in awe at the energy of that encounter and how the Universe conspired to satisfy our desire to share even a brief moment together.
The lesson for me was one that has been repetitive in my experience… never give up on anything important… allow for small miracles to occur because those “miracles” are everywhere — and like the bumper sticker says, “grace happens” all the time! So many people give up when their victory is only around the bend. Ever wonder why the last 15 seconds of a professional sports event takes like 20 minutes to play-out? The commercials? No! It’s because any coach worth a grain of salt believes that victory is always possible and will never quit on that faith even when time “appears” to have run out. The time on our clock is not that long as we all know… just eternity, yes?
My solution to whatever ails me is to never stop pursuing what is important to me, what I desire and what brings me joy – my relationship with Randi Markel being first on that list.