Losing My Heart at Orlando Airport

This particular night, I left home in time for a two to three hour drive to Orlando Airport, so I would arrive at midnight to meet a one a.m. plane. I needed solid sureness finding the parking area knowing a wrong turn could leave me circling.

Reaching the garage, I walked to the tram. Then after riding to the terminal, I proceeded onto the moving walk and went right to the gate. I settled down and began watching a baseball rerun on a high-mounted TV, grateful to have something to keep me awake. Reaching toward my neck, in an absent-minded way, my fingers moved around but didn’t find the heart-shaped locket I had been wearing.

Alarmed, I calculated the time until the plane’s arrival, the distance to the parking lot and started walking very fast. What was my hope? That I would find the locket in the car or by the car? I had no idea, but all I could think of was the permanent loss. The locket was 14 karat gold on a 24 karat gold chain and inside had an irreplaceable hair of Meher Baba.

With a pounding heart, I found it, undiscovered, by the left front fender. How it got there I couldn’t imagine. I gently took it up and put it back on, sheer relief spreading through me as I pulled on the clasp seven times to test it. On the way back, I felt my heart regain its regular rhythm as I thanked God. Then as my gaze on my watch told me, I sped up to be at the gate when the door opened.

My realization is, “There are times to put ourselves at the mercy of a greater guidance in the daily doings of our lives.”