It was a muggy[闷热的] afternoon, and I had every reason to feel sorry for myself. A comedy of hassles[麻烦事] began with the normal airport security gauntlet[长手套], followed by a random[随机的] drug test, and a missed flight due to a number of mechanical, weather and late inbound[入境的] flight problems. Now my flight home was full and late.
I noticed a five-year-old boy standing by his mother and watching me. Cautiously[小心地], he began to walk toward me.
“Great,” I thought. “I have to baby-sit a five-year-old. My day is now complete.”
As he came closer, I was both relieved and alarmed that it wasn’t me he was after. With wide eyes, he gently touched the bill[帽舌] of my hat, carefully touching the emblem[徽记]. I asked him if he would like to wear my captain hat, and he excitedly nodded his head. With my hat on his head, he ran to show his mother, then back to me smiling from ear to ear.
I put my hat on and gave him an airplane card. He held it with both hands in awe. I was happy that I had been briefly distracted from my self-pity fest[节庆]. He looked up at me and said, “Mister, you sure are lucky.”
“Yes,” I said, “I sure am.”
I contemplated[深思] the wisdom of a five-year-old as I got the last seat on that flight home.