As
I picked juicy, Iowa tomatoes off the vines, my mouth watered. I couldn’t wait
to enjoy them at home in Florida.
Newspaper
cushioned each fruit as I carefully prepared them for my flight. Two plastic
bags encased the tomatoes to protect my clothes from red juice. Then, like a
giant puzzle, I arranged clothes, toiletries, and books around my delicious
treasures.
Because
of the early flight, I planned to do my devotions while waiting at the airport.
I unzipped my bag and pulled out my Bible and daily devotionals. At a seat near
the gate, I leisurely read and drank a cup of tea.
Just
as I finished reading, an announcement startled me. “We’ll be boarding soon for
the flight to Sanford. We’ll probably leave ahead of schedule.”
I
stuffed my Bible and devotionals into my bag and stood it upright. With dismay,
I watched the contents of my perfectly packed suitcase tumble to the floor. My
nightgown, underwear, shorts, toothbrush, makeup and bag of tomatoes lay strewn
across the not so clean carpet of the waiting area. In my haste, I had
forgotten to zip the bag.
Without
looking at curious travelers, I jammed my belongings back into my carry on. No
juice poured from the bag of tomatoes. The only thing bruised seemed to be my
feelings.
I
laughed to myself at the very public goof. One moment of distraction ruined my
carefully executed packing plan.
Some
days I would have been mortified at my mishap. That day I giggled.
Since
I never looked up to see who was watching, I had no idea how many people saw
the display. Perhaps many laughed or at least smiled. Maybe my blunder helped
someone who was having a bad day. I know the incident lightened my mood.
The
mishap reminded me not to take myself too seriously. Humor does help heal.
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