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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Willingness (02/21/05)

TITLE: Surprise at the Terminal
By Catherine Pollock
02/26/05


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She was sitting by herself in a corner of the airport terminal with a beat-up purple backpack at her feet and an equally beat-up CD player sitting in her lap. The set of headphones that covered her ears had seen better days, gray duct tape only thing holding them together. A pair of faded jeans that bore evidence of a bleach spill at some point covered her legs, and a baggy t-shirt and boldly striped flannel hung over her shoulders.

Other passengers waiting in the terminal were giving her a wide berth, but she seemed oblivious to them, her head bobbing and her lips moving in time to her music. Whoever this girl was, it was clear that she was on her own and she preferred it that way.

I don't know what brought me to sit down beside her. Maybe it was seeing the other people walking past her, or maybe it was the antisocial stance that she seemed to exude. Whatever it was, I never could have predicted what she did when I sat down.

A bright smile crossed this girl's pixie-ish face and the headphones came off as I settled my carry-on bag at my feet. When I straightened up for what I expected to be a silent wait, It was a pleasant surprise to see her looking at me with that smile when I sat back up.

"Heidi," she said, extending her hand in greeting. "And you are?"

"Jordan," I replied, shaking it briefly. "It's nice to meet you."

"Ditto." Heidi's smile widened. "Where are you headed?"

"Chicago." I looked down at my carry-on bag - a laptop case. I'm a newspaper reporter and I was on assignment. Some big guy originally from my city was set to make a major announcement there, and I was assigned the story. This was my first assignment out of town, and I couldn’t mess this up.

"Cool." Heidi nodded. "I'm going to Boston."

I had not asked, but something about Heidi said I needed to find out more than where she was going. Something beyond her immediate physical appearance let me know that it would be worthwhile to talk to her - beyond the smile that lit her face and the light that seemed to dance in her otherwise ordinary brown eyes.

So I sat with Heidi and listened as she willingly shared her story. My tape recorder was in the bag with my laptop, but I never dug it out - I will always remember her story. She laughingly stated that her entire life to this point was a cliché, but the more I listened, the less I agreed with her.

Heidi is a survivor, armed with a quick wit and joyful optimism like I have never seen in my lifetime. She is a survivor of the foster care system, never knowing anything but a life of constant upheaval as the state moved her from home to home. Given her circumstances, the confidence that she showed was difficult for me to understand - even when she told me why she was going to Boston.

Heidi's reasons were twofold - she was starting her freshman year at Boston College and she was reuniting with her mother's family.

“I hear they have a lot of money,” she told me, laughing. “But I don’t really care. I just want to know about my parents.”

“And you can forgive them for leaving you there?” I had to asking. Forgiveness is something I struggle with, and Heidi’s willingness to do so despite her abandonment was astonishing.

“They didn’t know about me.” Heidi shrugged. “Besides, holding onto a grudge would only make me bitter.”

A voice came over the speakers, calling my flight. I was disappointed to hear the call because I still didn’t understand Heidi and was sure I wouldn’t see her again. But Heidi surprised me again. She pulled a pen and paper out of her backpack and scrawled something down on it before folding it and handing it to me.

“This way you can get a hold of me,” she said.

I didn’t look at the paper until after my flight had taken off, and I smiled when I saw what Heidi had written - her name and school box number, along with, “Can’t wait to finish the conversation, Jordan.” I knew as I folded the paper up again and put it carefully in my pocket that I would write her again because our conversation was one I would never forget.


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Lori Othouse 02/28/05
Good story! I'd like to hear more of what happened!
Lynne Gaunt03/01/05
You did a great job introducing this character Heidi - helping me to see her as a real person. You piqued my interest and I want to know what happens next! Thanks for posting!
Ruth Neilson03/01/05
Wonderful job, I liked how it turned out.
donna robinson03/04/05
This certainly captured the theme of willingness. We have to be willing to give people a chance, to talk and listen. It's one of those pieces that could be made up or real; it doesn't matter as the characters seemed real enough to me and made me want to see the next chapter. I don't know how the job went for the character but as a reporter, he did what came natural.
Debbie OConnor03/07/05
Very interesting story. I'd love to read more, too. Congratulations!