Wings

kiddie wings

The day was August 4, 2000. I was officially on my way to begin my new life in Europe. As I stood in the long security line of San Francisco Airport with my big toe sticking out of my sock, I spotted a little boy, probably about five or six years old, waiting with his parents and his brother to go through the metal detector. The guard waved the boy to come through, and his mom gave him a nudge. When the boy walked through the detector, the light turned red and the panel started beeping. The guard asked the child to put out his arms and swept his black sensor around the boy’s body. He was beaming. For him, that black stick was nothing less than a magic wand. Continue reading