August 30, 2015
Untold Stories
My favorite part of travel is hearing people's stories. You just never know who someone is until you learn more about their life. On a trip not so long ago, I sat next to a woman who was on a plane to New York for a funeral. Her best friend from childhood's grandfather had just passed away, and she was going home for the first time in years. On the surface, it would have seemed that this woman and I had nothing in common. I'm not even sure how we started talking, but over the course of our 2-hour flight, I learned about her life, her family, and most importantly, the recent death of her infant son. She shared with me…
