Boy, the sky sure is a marvelous thing, isn’t it? If you could only see the sky from one part of earth, say, from a small town in the Rocky Mountains, people would flock from all over the world to behold its wonders. On a great day in “Blue Sky National Park”, visitors would see puffy white clouds as far as the eye can see. A lot of grandchildren would be hearing those stories, you better believe it.
Why am I waxing philosophical about the sky? Because without the sky there would be no planes, and without those wonderful flying cocoons, I wouldn’t be heading to India tomorrow for my annual vacation. I’ve waited patiently for a whole year.
India is the land of infinite patience. There’s lots of people and lots of waiting in line. Indian people have learned to wait and they do it with grace, as I learned last year when I arrived in Chennai at my usual hotel.
The laundry manager saw me and headed straight towards me. “Sir, remember last year, I brought your clean laundry when you were checking out? I didn’t get the bill into the office in time and they took 400 Rupees (five dollars) out of my paycheck.”
“Yeah, I remember,” I said, marveling that he had waited a year to hear me speak those words. Five dollars is a lot of money to an Indian working man.
Did he ask for the money? No, he was too modest for that. I gave it to him, of course. He thanked me, bowed, and went back to work. For the next few days, he smiled whenever he saw me.
Tomorrow, I’ll be patiently flying to the other side of the world, swallowed up in that blue sky.
So, what will I do with myself all day long on vacation? Hopefully not repay last year’s debts!