When
a trip to the airport went (W)right
As
heard from a local resident:
"We
spent a nice Shabbos in Bournemouth and we were on our way back to London. When we saw the sign “Heathrow Airport” on
the M3, we decided to make a small detour and show our kids the aeroplanes
taking off and landing at Heathrow.
The
thought to stop over at Heathrow landed in my head 'out of the blue'. I have good memories from when I went there
once as a child - perhaps twenty years ago - to do exactly that: watch planes
coming in and flying out.
We
parked our car in Terminal Two and entered the Departures Hall, which – as
usual – was full of people who were on the way to their flight.
As
we were trying to make our way to the viewing gallery, we encountered a middle
aged couple whom we know from Stamford Hill.
Their eyes literally lit up when they spotted us and I realised that
they were very happy to see us. Indeed,
they approached us and explained that they have difficulty boarding their
flight to the US of A, as one of their ESTA’s had expired and they don’t know
how to go about producing another one.
My wife happily agreed to do this for them and after five minutes they
were on their way.
I
can still not believe the turn of events that led me to arrive on that spot,
just when these nice Jewish people were in shtuch… HaShem literally plotted my
detour into my in-brain navigator – so that we could help out another
Yid!"
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