Mysterious Ways

Right Place, Right Time

I walked down the airplane aisle, reading the signs above the rows. I was flying from my home in Charlotte to Los Angeles to spend Thanksgiving with my son. I found my seat, stowed my bag in the overhead bin and settled in for the five-hour nonstop flight.

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