Tuesday, July 8, 2014

..how I met my neighbor (1/2)..

My neighbor..
On the way back from shopping for
decorations for my apartment
In my lifetime I have met a lot of people from all over the world. I’ve loved a lot of friends. Yet there are a particular many that I would leap at the thought of reciprocity for the favor they have shown to me. My neighbor rounds out that list. Here’s why…

On Wednesday, May 4th I had a plane to catch at 9:55 PM. I was bound to Pisa, Italy departing from a little airport on the outskirts of Paris. I had to be at the bus station Port de Maillot in Paris at 6:55 PM in order to catch a bus to transport me to the airport.

Well, as it turns out, work had been intensely busy and I did not shutdown my laptop until 6:20 PM. I rushed out of the office, got on a train, and reached my apartment at 6:50 PM. At this point it was obvious I was going to be late to the bus station.

Not only was I worried to miss the bus because I would be late, but I also didn’t precisely know where to catch the bus. At about 7:05 PM much to my saving grace, my neighbor volunteered to escort me to the bus stop and help me find my way. We left the apartment at 7:20ish PM.

We arrived at the bus stop at 8:10 PM, which still seemed reasonably early to get to the airport in time. Except this is France, and well things don’t exactly move at a reasonable pace (but that’s a whole different story). Anyways… My neighbor convinced the attendant AND bus driver to let me board the bus that was ALREADY pulling out of the station.

I was on pins and needles the whole way to the airport, which was about 1:20 transit time. I reached the airport at 9:35ish PM, and because the plane’s departure was at 9:55 PM, I was not allowed to board. I was almost outraged, except that on this particular night all I could think was I would not have made it so close if it weren’t for my neighbor!


So, if it was not obvious to me before, it became evident that day that my neighbor is the type of person who inconveniences himself for the sake of helping me. Although, this should not have surprised me because on the very first day we met he said…

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