Roundtrip Ticket
to Italy
Roundtrip Ticket
to Italy
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building a pipeline of blessings that has flowed
freely into our lives.”
Coming Full Circle
Paul stared at his cousin in stunned silence. Then
he reached over and held both of Bruce’s hands
firmly in his. “I only have one request,” Paul said
quietly. “Can you change the departure date from
next week to tomorrow?”
# # #
Two weeks later…
The airport in Rome was packed. Paul and Bruce
were returning to the states after two wonderful
weeks in Italy. They’d walked the streets of their
forefathers. And dined in the homes of dozens of
long-lost relatives.
It was the trip of a lifetime, and both men felt
renewed and reconnected by the visit. They sat side
by side in the terminal, reading copies of the same
book. Every now and then one of the men would
lean over to his friend and point out a passage from
the book.
“Uh-h-h-h, NO! – not again”
cried a man across the
aisle.
“My flight has been canceled – AGAIN! I’ll
never get out of here!”
“That’s our flight, too,” said Paul motioning to the
monitor suspended above them. “Canceled. Now
what?”
Paul looked over to his old friend. Bruce returned
the look – and then they just smiled.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” grinned Paul.
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“Looks like we’ve got to stay another week!”
they
shouted in unison as they jumped out of their seats
to high five each other.
The man across the aisle gawked at the two friends
as if they were aliens.
“What are you guys so happy about?” he asked
incredulously. “I’ve been stuck in this airport for
two days. I missed my daughter’s birthday party for
the second year in a row. I’ve been in so many time
zones during the past month that I don’t know what
day it is. If that’s not enough, I’m going to miss my
numbers for the year because my client got greedy
and refused to settle.”
“We’re sorry,” said Bruce. “We can sympathize.
We used to react the same way, didn’t we Paul?”
“Sure did,” said Paul. “Stressed out. Tapped out.
Burned out. Worn out. You think of an ‘out,’ and
we had experienced it. That was way back in the
pre-pipeline days, right Bruce?”
“What do you mean, ‘pre-pipeline days?” asked the
stressed out stranger. “What’s that all about?”
“Love to explain,” Paul said happily. “But my
fiend and I have to scoot over to the car rental desk.
Give me your business card, and one of us will call
you when we get back to the states.”
The stressed stranger handed Paul his business card.
In exchange, Paul handed him his book.
“Here, read this while you’re waiting for your
flight,” Paul said. “When I call you, the book will
give us something to talk about.”
Paul patted Bruce on the back and steered him
toward the rental car desk. He paused long enough
to read the stressed stranger’s business card.
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