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Lay’s Potato Chips, Sara, Dr Pepper, and Me: A Texas Teacher’s Plane Trip

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I noticed the man pass the letter and picture to the people in front of him. The sky was turning dark. Eastward we flew, away from the westerly light. I looked out the window and saw the distant-high stars and a pit of blackness far below. Sara climbed into my lap.

“You can barely see the clouds,” she proclaimed. The two ladies smiled their approval.

I don’t know how long we slept. I remember being covered by a blanket, hearing far away voices and Sara’s gentle breathing on my neck.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are going to be landing at DFW Airport in a few minutes,” came the announcement. Sara climbed out of my lap, but would not let go of my hand. “You will remember me won’t you? And will always be my friend.”

“Yes Sweetie, we will always be friends,” I said. “In fact, I will write about you one day.”

“Thank you,” she replied.

Lay’s Potato Chips, Sara, Dr Pepper, and Me: A Texas Teacher's Plane Trip

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Sara’s mom thanked me as Sara hugged me goodbye. As I neared the first class section, an attendant handed me the letter and picture as she squeezed my hand.

At the opened cockpit door the copilot said, “Say Mr. Durhl, let’s see your butterfly.” With pride I displayed the green, red and silver winged butterfly painted on my right wrist.

As I cleared the gate and started toward the luggage section, I saw them again. The mother had each of her little girls by the hand. The girls waved, as did I. They turned and walked away with Sara looking back until they disappeared into the crowd.

That night resting in bed, I thought about Sara. There in the dark, I prayed for Sara and all the other children that so desperately need a friend. I asked God to please hear my prayer. Then I saw it there on my hand, brilliant as a night star. A butterfly with glowing silver wings painted red and green. I had my answer.

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