The Utmost Faith

Updated: Nov 25, 2019

It’s astounding how often we forget to acknowledge the weight of responsibility we place on strangers.

He holds my life in his hands, despite the fact that we’ve never met.

I am a man, sitting in a chair, soaring above the earth.

He is a man who has shown up for work today.

I know nothing of his training, his qualifications, or his desire to perform today’s duties to the utmost of his abilities.

I sit here, a passenger in every sense of the term, believing in him because of the slivers of human greatness I’ve witnessed before.

We come in for the final approach, he slowly eases this great bird back onto the earth, and I've been given one more reason to believe in humans.

I don’t know his name, or even what he looks like, but I am grateful that he got me home.

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