In light of the fact that my last post was somewhat irate in nature, I have chosen to share a story that makes me happy. It goes back to Thanksgiving 2002. After eating a non-traditional meal of Pakistani food (Mom doesn’t like cooking turkey, but tandoori chicken works too, I guess), the whole family was sitting around watching WTTW… Specifically, Rick Steve’s Europe. It was a special on Turkey.
A little background on my relationship with Turkey. Ever since I was little, I have been obsessed with the region of the world now called Turkey. I studied Asia Minor, Anatolia, Byzantium, Constantinople, the Ottoman Empire with a particular emphasis on Istanbul. I called my first car, the Constantinople. They Might Be Giants may have sung that “Istanbul was Constantinople” but it was my song. My anthem. MINE.
So when this particular episode was on, I was enthralled. I remember looking over at my Mom who was also intrigued. She also had an interest because when she was a newlywed, travelling to the US with my Father they stopped in Istanbul. My Dad decided to go down to the airport and have a look around. When he came back, he informed my Mom that Istanbul was the burial place of one of the earliest of Muslim martyrs who died trying to conquer Constantinople. When she heard that, she took off and went down the stairs and stepped onto the “hallowed” ground. The times were different then and while she had left without a transit visa, they let her back on the plane to continue on to the USA. But she always wanted to go back.
As we watched, I said to my Mom, “Someday, we will go there Mom”. How the fates were smiling on us. For a little more than 24 hours later, we had tickets to go. What happened is this. I went shopping on Black Friday. When I got home that night, my sister was on the phone in my room, giddy with excitement. Because she had just booked a trip to Spain for $89 round trip. I was happy for her and asked, “Did you book me a ticket?” Guess what the answer was? Yes, in her excitement in booking the trip for herself and 10 of her friends she forgot me. No problem. Because I got tickets for my Mom and Dad and of course for myself, for $100 bucks each, to fly to Turkey. Business Class, not even coach!
If I was to detail all the wonderful things that happened on that trip, I could write page after page. But the point of this post is not to describe the trip itself, but to show how unexpectedly something can happen. It really was a miracle. It was my Thanksgiving wish come true. My adventures in Turkey can wait for later postings. The orange peel I wanted to share was this one.
I was reminiscing about this trip a couple of weeks ago and one of the people I was talking to happened to have been a travel agent at the time and she remember the incident when British Airways had the “glitch” in their system. She explained that someone most likely lost their job over that “glitch”.
As I listened, I had never considered that someone may have lost their job. And it began to tarnish that “miracle” as I contemplated the situation. I remembered when I recently lost my job. I felt worthless and scared. I was in a panic. However, when God closed a door He did open me up a pretty nice window, because the job I have now makes me much happier than the other one I lost.
Its coming to be Thanksgiving time. I am grateful for that poor soul who got in trouble at British Airways because one of my greatest wishes came true. And I hope that God opened a better window for that person or persons, like He did for me.