HELP WANTED!

Can somebody help me find my MoJo?

The Melting Pot..

The Place... Chicago International Airport
Time... 1:00 AM

I was 'staying' overnight at the Chicago International Airport to catch the first flight in the morning to Boston. I had started from San Diego more than 14 hours earlier. I wasn't supposed to be here. I was supposed to be in my bed! Sleeping blissfully! My connecting flight from Denver to Boston got canceled due to mechanical failure. So I had to take the flight to Chicago to go ahead. I was cursing my luck. One day, and I had seen all the 4 time zones in the USA. And there was a snow storm in Boston the next day!! With the way things were going, I wouldn't be surprised if my flight got delayed or canceled. Agony at its peak, I huddled near the gate area. There was one middle aged woman slouched in a distance. She was unresponsive to any friendly gestures I made; hence I gave up trying to strike a conversation. An hour or so later, she comes up to me with a sad smirk on her face. She cannot speak English. "Me.... Bosnian", she said. She went on talking in Bosnian, with only few words that I could decipher through her gestures. I understood that she had flown from Bosnia to visit her daughter in St.Louis. She had her number and wanting to call he, she was asking for my mobile phone. The world being the way it is today, I was skeptical. On the other hand, she didn't know English and looked helpless. I dialed the number and handed the phone to her. As soon as there was voice on the other end of the phone, the lady broke down while speaking her native tongue. (Did I F**KUP something!!) After a minute or so, she handed the phone back to me, gesturing me to talk. It was her daughter and she said that her mother might have missed her scheduled connecting flight from Chicago to St.Louis and she was clueless as to what happened to her mother, as she wasn't in the flight she was scheduled to be in. I told the lady on the other side of the phone that I will take her mother to the airline counter and see what happens. I managed to put her on the next flight to St. Louis at 8 in the morning. She thanked my profusely (after some translations from her daughter) crying all the while. I dropped her off to her gate and gave her instructions as to when to board the plane. I had helped someone. And that made everything else seem minuscule. I had a project due that week. And an exam. And a code delivery at work. Fuck it all! I had helped someone! As I finish typing this post, bleary eyed, I just hope that I have a flight to catch come daylight and that's about it!

Time!

'Time' as we define it, is a funny thing. 'Time' runs! It becomes Seconds, evolves into minutes, then Hours and Days and finally settling into what we call as 'Time'.

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...And I quote

"You have a right to perform your prescribed action,but you are not entitled to the fruits of your action.Never consider yourself the cause of the results your activities,and never be associated to not doing your duty."

I wish I could...

I wish I could stay Stop, like a kindergarten teacher.

I wish I could stay Stop, to put an end to this squabble.

I wish I could stay Stop, for there are people dying.

I wish I could stay Stop, for there is hatred brewing.

I wish I could stay Stop, for the world is being far from 'home'.

I wish I could stay Stop, for children are dying.

I wish I could stay Stop, for there is no innocence left in this world.

I wish I could stay Stop, for the mothers tears are no more of happiness.

I wish I could stay Stop, for you are killing your own.

I wish I could stay Stop, for there is no answer to "Where does this all end?"

I wish I could stay Stop, for hatred is proving to be mightier than anything else.

I wish I could yell fuc***g STOP, for there are people dying!

Please Stop!