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When I was done sleeping in the airport, I went to the bathroom to change and freshen up. My genius self, when I was finished, left my wallet in the bathroom. After I left the bathroom, I had made the decision to go to California. When I went to grab my wallet and realized what had happened, I had only one option left. I had just enough cash left on me for one flight. I made the decision that meant I was supposed to go home.
I bought a ticket back to Chicago. It is still completely beyond me but I have absolutely no recollection of the actual flight this time either. Neither there nor back can I recall a single moment on the plane, not getting on or getting off. All the details surrounding it, from sleeping in the airports to what happened when I left the airports, I remember pretty well but I cannot find the memories of being on the planes.
When I got to Chicago, it was very late that night. I tried to sleep there as well but apparently they do not let arriving passengers hang out like that. Only the people departing, at least before they actually purchase their ticket and go through security. So, I started walking, from O’Hare Airport in Chicago in the middle of the night by myself in March. It was dark. It was cold. I had no idea where I was going. I had no money. I had no food. So I walked.
I walked for about an hour, I was walking on the shoulder of the freeway at this point, when a cab driver saw me and pulled over. I told him I did not know where I was going and I had no money so not to worry about it. But, again, a complete stranger actually cared enough to not let that be that. He offered to take me somewhere, anywhere and I told him my story so he would understand I really did not know what I was doing. He said I could stay with him for the night and then try to figure it out in the morning.
I accepted. He had three roommates, two other guys and one of their girlfriends. The guys were foreign so I could not really understand them well but the girl was American and was very sweet to me. I hung out with her in the city for the day. Again, I was fed and taken care of. I did not want to go home at all. I was really enjoying finding all the good in the world. No matter how uncomfortable I was with strangers in completely being myself, I saw that there actually were good people in the world that did good things just because they saw a need for it.
I bought a ticket back to Chicago. It is still completely beyond me but I have absolutely no recollection of the actual flight this time either. Neither there nor back can I recall a single moment on the plane, not getting on or getting off. All the details surrounding it, from sleeping in the airports to what happened when I left the airports, I remember pretty well but I cannot find the memories of being on the planes.
When I got to Chicago, it was very late that night. I tried to sleep there as well but apparently they do not let arriving passengers hang out like that. Only the people departing, at least before they actually purchase their ticket and go through security. So, I started walking, from O’Hare Airport in Chicago in the middle of the night by myself in March. It was dark. It was cold. I had no idea where I was going. I had no money. I had no food. So I walked.
I walked for about an hour, I was walking on the shoulder of the freeway at this point, when a cab driver saw me and pulled over. I told him I did not know where I was going and I had no money so not to worry about it. But, again, a complete stranger actually cared enough to not let that be that. He offered to take me somewhere, anywhere and I told him my story so he would understand I really did not know what I was doing. He said I could stay with him for the night and then try to figure it out in the morning.
I accepted. He had three roommates, two other guys and one of their girlfriends. The guys were foreign so I could not really understand them well but the girl was American and was very sweet to me. I hung out with her in the city for the day. Again, I was fed and taken care of. I did not want to go home at all. I was really enjoying finding all the good in the world. No matter how uncomfortable I was with strangers in completely being myself, I saw that there actually were good people in the world that did good things just because they saw a need for it.