May 9, 2002
He sat next to me on the flight home. I couldn’t describe him in any context that would make him remarkable, except that he was and I had to find out all I could about him. He didn’t speak unless spoken to. He answered in a hushed tone, as if he were ashamed of his own voice. I had to listen intently to get his story. I had no interest in his life really, only him, sitting next to me on this flight. Interested in sharing a few moments with this stranger, this man whom I will not remember later.