Sliding Doors

Just the other day is was in the mid-eighties in Atlanta. IN MARCH. I am pretty sure I started sweating just trying to imagine what it would be like in the real summer months. When the flights are busting at the seams. When the overhead bins won't close, when the world is in vacation mode, and when it's officially summertime in the airport.

Last summer, we were finishing up a three day trip and heading back to New York. While I sat at the gate with the rest of my crew waiting for the inbound flight, there was a last minute gate change to another concourse.

In the few moments we'd been sitting there, I'd started a conversation with an older woman and a girl sitting next to her. They had never met each other, and I had never met them. They were going to be on my flight back to New York. The older lady had been visiting her grand babies. The girl was going to serve at a camp in upstate New York. Since Atlanta can be somewhat daunting when you're under a time constraint, they decided to follow us to the next gate. (Since the plane can't really leave without the crew).

Stepping off the train is always a shuffle of hundreds bustling in and out when the airport is that full. In the midst of the crazy, a man in a cowboy hat stopped to ask us a question. His face was weathered from the sun, and I could see the concern of being disoriented in his eyes. With great animation he pointed to his boarding pass, and spoke quickly in Spanish that I could not understand. Witnessing the moment of confusion for all of us, the girl I'd just met stepped in and translated for me. The anxiety melted from his face and it seemed that showing compassion and helping others came very naturally to her.

By the time we made it to New York, we had introduced ourselves officially. Her name was Zugey, and she was on her way to work as a dance instructor and translator at a summer camp for several months. Since we were late arriving, she'd missed her transportation to the camp and I tried (emphasis: TRIED) to offer what little I knew of the public transportation she could use. We found each other on Facebook and we parted ways. I kept up with her summer in happy photos that seemed to promise the good work of God's kingdom.

One day in the late summer, when I was rushing to my gate to leave New York - I ran into someone. Like physically knocked into them.

And it was Zugey.

I was at the airport from the beginning of her sumer adventure, and managed to be there at the exact moment she was traveling home after several months. We were both dumbfounded. New York has three airports. There are hundreds of departing and arriving every day, and we got to be in the same place to say goodbye to each other.

Those are my favorite moments.



  1. I loved this! Thank you

    This experience was one of the reasons why my last summer was totally awesome and full of surprises! We were ther at the same place in the right momment to meet each other, and three months later, to say good bye...
    Thanks for your help, I could find out how to get to my destination PTL !
    I never thought that losing my transportation was giving me a new friend(;


    1. You're so sweet and I'm so happy to know you! Thanks for letting me write about it.

  2. this is fantastic in every way Fran!! I love when worlds collide just because God wanted them to! Kinda like me and you :)

    1. Thanks, boo! I can't believe it took me so long to write about it.


      I love it.

      I will love it more when we hug in real life.


  3. that is just beautiful!! I love how God just works in mysterious ways. Thank you for sharing this wonderful post! have a happy wednesday!

  4. that is such a happy coincidence!
    i'll be traveling to nyc for vacation in may. suggestions on what airport to stay in, restaurants to hit up, can't-miss spots?

    1. Oh, neeeat! Email me with some more details about your trip and I'll come up with some thing(s).

  5. Wow what a great story!! Very sliding doors- esque!

  6. You should write a book, like really. I love your style! The other day I was standing on my bed to knock a dust bunny out of the corner with my duster, and proceed to jump up and down just for a minute to feel like a child. Then I remembered your post about breaking the bed in DC and starting hysterically laughing, just like I did when I read it. My husband thought I was crazy. Oh well!

    1. I love it! Especially moments when you laugh awkwardly to yourself and it takes too much time to explain it to someone.

      I hope to write a book some day. I just don't know what it will be about yet. Thank you so much for the encouragement, girl!

  7. What a cool moment! And what a sweet girl. :) great story, Fran!!


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