While waiting to pick up a friend at the airport in Portland, Oregon,
 I had one of those life-changing experiences that you hear other people
 talk about — the kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly. This one 
occurred a mere two feet away from me.
Straining to locate my friend among the passengers deplaning through 
the jet way, I noticed a man coming toward me carrying two light bags. 
He stopped right next to me to greet his family.
First he motioned to his youngest son (maybe six years old) as he 
laid down his bags. They gave each other a long, loving hug. As they 
separated enough to look in each other’s face, I heard the father say, 
“It’s so good to see you, son. I missed you so much!” His son smiled 
somewhat shyly, averted his eyes and replied softly, “Me, too, Dad!”
Then the man stood up, gazed in the eyes of his oldest son (maybe 
nine or ten) and while cupping his son’s face in his hands said, “You’re
 already quite the young man. I love you very much, Zach!” They too 
hugged a most loving, tender hug.
While this was happening, a baby girl (perhaps one or one-and-a-half)
 was squirming excitedly in her mother’s arms, never once taking her 
little eyes off the wonderful sight of her returning father. The man 
said, “Hi, baby girl!” as he gently took the child from her mother. He 
quickly kissed her face all over and then held her close to his chest 
while rocking her from side to side. The little girl instantly relaxed 
and simply laid her head on his shoulder, motionless in pure 
contentment.
After several moments, he handed his daughter to his oldest son and 
declared, “I’ve saved the best for last!” and proceeded to give his wife
 the longest, most passionate kiss I ever remember seeing. He gazed into
 her eyes for several seconds and then silently mouthed. “I love you so 
much!” They stared at each other’s eyes, beaming big smiles at one 
another, while holding both hands.
For an instant they reminded me of newlyweds, but I knew by the age 
of their kids that they couldn’t possibly be. I puzzled about it for a 
moment then realized how totally engrossed I was in the wonderful 
display of unconditional love not more than an arm’s length away from 
me. I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if I was invading something 
sacred, but was amazed to hear my own voice nervously ask, “Wow! How 
long have you two been married?
“Been together fourteen years total, married twelve of those.” he 
replied, without breaking his gaze from his lovely wife’s face. “Well 
then, how long have you been away?” I asked. The man finally turned and 
looked at me, still beaming his joyous smile. “Two whole days!”
Two days? I was stunned. By the intensity of the greeting, I had 
assumed he’d been gone for at least several weeks – if not months. I 
know my expression betrayed me.
I said almost offhandedly, hoping to end my intrusion with some 
semblance of grace (and to get back to searching for my friend), “I hope
 my marriage is still that passionate after twelve years!”
The man suddenly stopped smiling.
He looked me straight in the eye, and with forcefulness that burned 
right into my soul, he told me something that left me a different 
person. He told me, “Don’t hope, friend… decide!” Then he flashed me his wonderful smile again, shook my hand and said, “God bless!”
- By Michael D. Hargrove and Bottom Line Underwriters, Inc.
Copyright 1997
Copyright 1997
In search for a better tomorrow .. don’t lose your present.. with your loved ones…
 

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