A Note At The Airport

My daughter found this note in the airport.

It was just an unassuming little wad of paper, but being 12 and curious, she decided to pick it up.

And inside someone, I don’t know who, poured out a little of their heart.

Who is this person, the recipient?

Who is the other person, the author?

We won’t ever know.

But judging by the amount of times it seems to have been folded and unfolded, I do think the recipient is probably sad to have lost it.

Or maybe not, maybe this note had been carried around for months in a pocket or wallet and was purposely tossed out as a result of a shattered heart. Tears shed while waiting for a plane

I love the possibilities of this note. The stories it weaves. The heart that beat a little faster when these 30 words were read, over and over again. Memorized and inscribed.

And the part I love most is that someone, because of another, felt hope again. I pray that you have someone in your life that brings you hope too.

With gratitude.