For the first time in over 415+ weeks,
instead of the Mormon Third Eye seeing the noteworthy, the Mormon
Third Ear heard the remarkable.
It was a baby's shrieking cry in the
close quarters of a jet plane transiting the deserts of Nevada during
a recent business trip. I was missing my family, but was secretly
wishing I could have also missed hearing about this youngster's
extreme discomfort. It was the cry that all parents and travelers
dread- the shriek of pain bursting out the miniature quivering lips
of a very young baby; the window-rattling scream of newborn eardrums
painfully pressurizing.
Then I was reminded by the Mormon Third
Eye that I had heard a similar selection of screams a little over 20
years ago trapped on a long plane ride home from South Korea. While
mentally juggling the excitement of finishing graduate school in
Seoul with the apprehension of a different job on the East Coast, I
was holding my own shrieking baby Bug in my spent arms. She too had
fallen prey to the pressures of air pressure. There was nothing I
could do other than hold her tight, hope that my neighbors understood
her pain, and telepathically tempt her with the prophecy that life
would get better.
It did!
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