I traveled to France two weeks ago with plans to post to my blog while I was away. When we landed in Paris I put my computer in my seat while I helped the older gentleman in front of me get his bag down from the overhead bin.
Just as I handed him the bag, the collective force of people pushing through the isle moved me forward and further away from even thinking about my computer – into the sights, sounds and smells of the Charles DeGaulle Airport.
Later when I unpacked, it hit me – I could see my little computer lying in seat 37-F of Delta’s Flight 22 to Paris. I immediately called the lost and found at both Delta and Air France, sent several e-mails in French and English, and a fax but no response. I checked again on the day I flew home, but it was long gone.
I apologize for the break in my blog. But… if it were not for this mistake of mine I might not have received such lovely e-mail from readers asking me about where I was!
Seems something good is “eventually” traded for someting bad.
I recieved some thoughtful comments about whereI’d been – here are two:
- …”Susan’s Story helped put words to my feeling of emptiness after my last doctor’s appointment”
- …”I’m kind of ashamed that I’ve just expected my heart to pump, regardless.”
Thanks again for your kind e-mail,
Lisa