Friday was a busy and somewhat challenging day, so when I found myself at an airport with four hours to kill before my flight home to London I decided to enjoy a salad and a glass of wine in one of the bars.
Sitting at the counter of an airport bar can be fascinating, listening to the conversations between the other customers and trying to determine their relationships. Are they colleagues, friends or strangers? Has it been a successful business trip or a Christmas present-buying binge? Do they interact with the bar staff to a greater or lesser extent?
It soon became clear that there was a drama going on to my right. A woman was trying to discover if the man seated next to her – who clearly wasn’t on his first cocktail – knew when his flight was boarding. He, on the other hand, was doing that thing that inebriated people on high bar stools often do – trying not to fall off. The bartender – let’s call her Janila – discretely replaced his cocktail glass with one filled with water and pushed a basket of bread rolls in his direction.
Eventually he stood and weaved unsteadily towards the door. Janila told me that one of her colleagues would be happy to serve me with anything else but she had to see the customer to his gate. They disappeared into the airport crowds.
Ten minutes passed, then ten more, and Janila hadn’t returned. When she finally did, she sighed, “His flight was at the furthest gate…” “You didn’t have to do that,” I said as she brought my check, “It was so kind of you.” “No,” she said, “I had to – I couldn’t just leave him to find his own way – his flight was already boarding.”
This random act of kindness was inspiring. My own frustrations fell away witnessing her going the extra mile to help the man. After all, who knows why he was drinking alone in an airport bar? Perhaps he’d failed to close the sale that would save his job two weeks before Christmas; maybe his wife had left him for someone he once trusted.
Had this been a movie, the shadowy figure at the far end of the bar would have left her a $1,000 tip and slipped away quietly. But this was real life: the man made his flight thanks to the kindness of a stranger and Janila finished her shift and went home tired but, I hope, knowing that she was an angel of sorts.
Cool story!
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Thank you, Ingrid.
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Great post
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Thank you.
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Generosity of spirit…lives.
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It does.
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Great sketch (es) and great story. I really like how you worked with the colored lines. I want to study your process. And great, generous story! Michael, your story encouraged me. Thanks.
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Thanks Kirk. It’s a very free, liberating technique. I simply drew the face with a thick child’s pencil – Ramy, I think – and then really scribbled with coloured pencils paying no regard to whether the colours were appropriate or not (except some blues for shadows). It was enormous fun and one I’ll try on a larger scale. Give it a go!
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Your thoughtful post made me immediately think of the Wim Wenders film ‘Wings of Desire’ , a personal favourite. Thank you Michael
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Thanks Charlotte. I don’t know the film, but I’ll look into it now I know it’s a favourite of yours.
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I’ve really enjoyed your sketches, paintings, and posts this year Michael. Thanks for the good work you do! Glad to have made a connection with you across this big, tangled world of blogging.
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Thank you so much! I really appreciate your kind remarks.
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Wonderful observation of humanity, Michael. I remember a colleague flying not long ago to see a new boss. He was quite nervous; didn’t know if things would change work-wise. He found himself weeping on the flight. He felt foolish. His wife later reminded him that airline flights are often fraught with drama: traveling to and from tragedies and celebrations, pressure meetings, etc. His emotions were not exceptional; they were the rule.
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Thank you, Howard. Your colleague’s wife was right. There’s an innate drama about the whole process of air travel. Stories are all around us.
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A wonderful story from a world that seems to be more and more crowded with indifferent people not caring for each other! And of course a very interesting “portrait”:-)
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Thank you, Birgit.
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Fan of your drawings here! Such a lovely seasonal message….giving, especially of one’s time, is always its own reward. Broken people are everywhere, we don’t know who they are nor why they are broken until they make themselves obvious and helpless….or perhaps it was John Podesta?
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Now you mention it, there was a slight resemblance…
Thanks for your kind remarks and for dropping by and, yes, it is quite seasonal I suppose.
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What a lovely story. It really can be the simplest acts that are kind and meaningful.
Your drawings are fantastic. I so love the energy of your mark making and the dynamism they contribute to your portraits. Great stuff.
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Thanks ever so much, Laura. I was trying something a little looser with the drawing here. And yes, it did feel very meaningful and so moving to watch someone go very far out of their way for a stranger.
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Hooray – we’re on!
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Now that was touching. Only real life can conjure up a situation like that. And the portraits seemed so simple but expressive
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Thanks, Marlene. Yep, I was certainly moved to witness that – and I’d only had one glass of wine myself!
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And I bet that if you went over that guardian Angel would be looking after you.
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Striking image and absolutely fantastic post. Loved reading this story! So touching
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Thanks, Charlie. Much appreciated.
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Really loved these sketches and the story too! Thanks.
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Thanks for dropping by, Jeanette, I’m pleased you enjoyed the post.
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powerful drawings, and what a lovely story; it can be the little acts of kindness that boost your faith in the human race 🙂
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Absolutely. Many thanks, Phil.
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Just seen this. I love this style. I like to do a similar if less competent one with Magic Pencils that have multicoloured ground-up leads in them. You never know which colour will come out when! Nice work!
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Thanks Eleanor. I do have a couple of Magic Pencils and keep meaning to do something with them, especially having seen what Quentin Blake does with them. Thanks for the reminder.
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How lovely, the story and the drawings
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Thanks Rosie.
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Both great sketches, story! With kind regards and wishes. Edoardo
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Thanks very much, Edoardo. A very happy and creative New Year to you.
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Random acts of kindness. The human propensity if we do choose
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