Peanuts are made in a facilty with peanuts!

So these are some observations from my plane ride to Oklahoma! First of all, we had a very very funny flight attendant. He made the mandatory instructions pretty entertaining! When we had landed in Phoenix for some to get off, he said Peace Out! then he paused and said Word! For those of you who apparently have never heard this phrase it means like, "Yeah you know. or peace out." It could mean a couple different things. Well there was a lady a couple rows in front of me, leaned over to a man and said, "Did he just say 'word'?" hehehehehehe it was so funny! I ust never thought someone wouldn't know what that means! It just cracked me up! But it just goes to show the gap between the generations. Just in language...my dad had never heard that word used that way! It just make sme smile!

Then they passed out peanuts packs. So in the package is peanuts right? the package reads ingredients: peanuts, salt! Then just below the ingredients it says: Produced in a facility that processes peanuts and other nut. hehehehehe really? peanuts are processed in a facility with peanuts! that is weird! i find it so funny that is on the package! Now, yes I know maybe Bob is not allergic to peanuts but is allergic to wlanuts and wlanuts are processed in the facility with peanuts...i get all this but then why doesn't the package just say "produced in a facility that processed other nuts!" hehehe just makes me laugh!

Then here is the deep thought! (i know hard to imagine I would have a deep thought) But I stood there watching most of the plane unload while I waited in my seat ( i wasn't getting off yet). Each person walked by, some with smiles some with frowns, some frustrated and some oblivious to their surroundings. It made me think, what is their story! Each person has a story. They all have something from their past that haunts them. they are all probably currently under some sort of stress. Everyone of them interacts with someone else because of those stories. How things might be different if we began to see each person as someone who has a story I don't understand yet. When we are yelled at...what is their story? When we have a stranger pick up our dropped groceries...what is their story? When we pass a homeless person...what is their story? I always think...we were all children at one point. We all had a full life ahead with no worries, no stresses, God's love was fulfilling.... Then I think something changed in that child's life at the age of 6 when they were abused or at the age of 16 when their dad committed suicide or at the age of 33 when they had a family of 4 and they just lost their job!

We all have a story and we must realize our stories affect our lives and we must understand it is our responsibility to understand the stories others have and to love them unconditionally without the preconceived notions of who they are or why they are like they are!