So my educational journey begins. Okay, I’ll admit it I’m apprehensive. Maybe even terrified. You know the last time I sat in a classroom?!
I’ll be okay…I suppose.
Yesterday on my flight here I had an interesting experience. I was sitting, quite comfortably near the front of the plane, in one of my favourite (there’s that word again) seats when the flight attendant asked if someone would sit at the back to balance the load. I offered and they thanked me and took me to the very last row of the plane. I am apparently heavier than I look.
I was seated next to a lady dressed entirely in black and who turned out to be quite inquisitive about The Salvation Army and a skilled conversationalist. I discovered she is a creative designer for television, film and stage. She is described by the Toronto Star as “renowned”. Her name is Debra Hanson. She was raised by her father, who served in WW2 to respect and admire TSA and she had a number of questions about charity, donations, life in the service to others and she was very interested to learn we had churches.
She is obviously well into her career and has a long list of achievements on imbd.com. I found this short You Tube video about some of her work at Stratford !
You never know who’ll you will meet on a plane.
Yesterday was a flight to St. John’s for the division’s Leadership Development Initiative. Over the past five years I have done a great deal of flying and there are a few things that I have observed.
It seems like everyone is in a hurry to get from the gate onto the plane – why hurry? I’ve been the last on many times. My seat is already reserved, my gear is either stowable under the seat or checked so I don’t see the reason to run down the bridge to wait in the plane aisle while people stow their luggage.
Second observation: some people don’t understand the checked luggage system – on almost every flight someone brings on a suitcase that’s too big and it ends up being hoisted back down the aisle to go into the hold.
Third observation: most planes don’t give you that much room – unless you’re on a 777 sitting in a pod – and so you need to be aware of how your comfort affects others. Today I had walked down towards the rear of the plane for reasons that are obvious. I noticed that a man was stretched out fully in his seat with it reclined as far as he could get it. Behind him sat a woman that was almost pinned by his seat. He looked comfortable – she looked crushed.
I thought of mentioning it to him but was sure that it would be warmly welcomed…and besides I’m not a flight attendant. Then I thought of that lady and how I have felt when in a similar situation. So I gently mentioned to the man that the passenger behind him seemed crushed – at the very least uncomfortable. His wife elbowed him and the lady behind gave me a big thumbs up and a smile.
So here’s my plea to air travelers – keep an eye out for your fellow passenger.
I’m in a fog…another foggy morning in Toronto. Everywhere we’ve lived there are have been weather patterns unique to that part of the country. In Listowel, it was the snow. The roads in and out of town would often be closed on a weekends. In Ottawa it was freezing rain – remember the ice storm? In Calgary it was hail – you had to see it to believe it – deep like snow at times, it would strip the trees of leaves and shred the siding on houses. In Edmonton it was the cold…brrr…yes I remember a weekend of minus 51 C! In Ontario, well in Toronto it seems to be fog. Fog that is thick like pea soup! Or peanut butter…I don’t like pea soup at all.
|Incoming storm near Okotoks AB
Of course fog means flight delays. I’m off to the airport again today – a bit later though – an evening flight to Heathrow (UK). I|’ll be attending the UK Territory’s Assessment Weekend. On this weekend candidates for Salvation Army Officership are brought together for information and assessment.
I’ve been looking at the way that the USA and the UK assess people for ministry and the process by which all that works. This should be an interesting if not educational weekend. I’ll give you an update on what I find.
Speaking of fog..remember this is jolly ol’ England. I think they invented fog!