We all have a place we go when the world is chaotic, when we are stressed, anxious, confused, and in need of regrouping and refreshing. Dogs are my happy place. Let’s face it, the world has been a chaotic, confusing, and anxious place to be for most of 2020. I sincerely hope 2021 is a kinder, gentler year.
For much of 2020, I have worked remotely, haven’t ventured far beyond the front door, and have seen few people other than family and a couple of close friends. But sometimes we need to bite the bullet, as they say. This past week I flew to Wisconsin to visit family. My mom and aunts are getting on in years, and my younger but nearing sixty-year old brother, also lives in the area. This year, more than ever, it’s important to share precious moments with loved ones.
For the first time in Wisconsin’s 90-year weather history, seven inches of snow fell on the day I was traveling north. Given the rising COVID numbers, I was anxious enough with the thought of sitting elbow to elbow on two planes and spending time in one of the largest airports in the country, and then I talked with my mom only to find out a blizzard was blanketing the very spot I was to land in a few short hours. My anxiety level climbed higher. The icing on the cake was when the gate attendant announced we would be boarding early because the destination airport was closing due to the blizzard. In the face of a pandemic and blizzard conditions, God provided what I needed to lower my anxiety to a tolerable level; a dog with his human in tow.
The young man took a seat at an acceptable social distance, and we struck up a conversation about, what else, his dog. Call me crazy, but just watching the little dog sitting on his human’s lap without a care in the world, calmed my anxious spirit. The young man and his furry companion were traveling back to his home state from a much warmer climate. For the few minutes before our plane departed, he shared his adventures, including when his fur baby was lost for a couple of harrowing hours in an unfamiliar city. Fortunately, the story had a happy ending.
We boarded the plane bound for a closed airport in a city blanketed by a blizzard, but the brief intermission from anxiety watching the little dog with his beloved human did my heart so much good. God does that for us when we need it most. I could have sat there alone in a huge airport with people hustling from one gate to another while my anxiety level continued to rise, but I didn’t because of a calm little dog and a loving God…..