Waiting in Chicago

We're sitting in the Chicago O'Hare airport waiting for the gate agent to announce that they will be starting to start boarding our plane soon. It's fairly loud. Probably 500-750 people are at this gate. Mainly because there are two huge planes whose noses are staring right back into the windows of the terminal as if to say, "Yes, I am the biggest jet there is and there is nothing you can do about it." One of the planes is headed to India. The one Lindsay, Leslie, and I are going to be calling home for the next 16 hours is headed over to Hong Kong. (In case you're wondering, I made sure to put a little extra deodorant on today.) Naturally, there are lots of Indian people at this gate. And naturally, there are a lot of Chinese people at this gate as well. The Panthers are playing at the Redskins on the TV. Occasionally, they cut to highlights of the Bears game, which heightens up the crowd here and there. While this is going on, the gate agents are making announcements over the loud speaker. That means that the gate agents are speaking in the three different languages. Mix in some security fiasco where TSA officials were running on and off the plane heading to India for about 5 minutes and you can kind of imagine the scene. I look over to my left because I hear a baby crying. It's coming from an infant in an Indian family. The mom eventually gives him a bottle and he quiets down. What struck me was that I heard a baby crying. What struck me more was that all babies cry in the same language and everyone understands what a cry means most of the time. Usually a new diaper is needed, or they need some grub. So in the midst of the three different languages being blasted from the speakers, all of us there could still understand what a baby was "speaking."  So that baby will probably grow up to speak what his parents teach him, as do most all babies. Which will lead to still not being able to fully communicate with others around the world from different backgrounds/languages. Then, I thought it would be cool to have a mandated universal language that everyone spoke. Then, I thought about which one would be the best. Then I remembered that if I am lucky enough to get into heaven we will all be able to fully understand each other. That thought led me to think that that will be incredibly awesome. Then, my thoughts got broken up because it was time to board. Then, I got real nervous and started sweating heavily because I have this weird fear about pooping on a plane because growing up I thought that it just went out the bottom of the plane as it's flying along. I've got to stop thinking so much. It's okay though, I put on extra deodorant. Remember?
- Matt