Sitting at the Airport

Before I knew it, I was sitting at the Las Vegas Airport.  I flew in from Salt Lake City at around 10:30 pm and the plan was to sleep/sit/pass time on a bench until the next morning for my 7:00 am flight to LAX and then to Seoul.
It was there on that bench that I realized I was completely alone.  I first need to tell you that I hate Las Vegas - I spent the majority of my childhood there and only realized how bad it was when I came back years later.
Anyway -
So there I sat . . .all alone.  I had given my cell phone to my little sister Rachel before I said goodbye to my family.  She was crying and grateful, so I was happy.  Not that she was crying, but that she appreciated it.
I didn't have a computer, phone and really felt like nobody knew I was there.  Kind of a bad feeling - didn't really like it.  I started to doubt if this was the right decision - to move to Korea.  After all, I didn't know a single person over there.  The only thing I knew about Korea was kimchi and "Anyung!" - from Arrested Development (Amazing show by the way.)  Needless to say, I felt ill-prepared.
Being a religious man, I said a prayer for comfort and guidance.  I remembered a quote that my brother - ultimate stud -Josh told me, "Let fear be your que."  I was scurred (ebonics for scared) and realized maybe it was a sign that I was about to do or be apart of something great.
I decided to "Cowboy UP!" and be a man.
Immediately after my self-pep talk to grow a set, a crazy lady came rushing around the corner weeping and plopped down right next to me.  I asked her if she was ok and she ignored me and continued to cry.  I said to myself "Screw you - ya old hag!" (I hate when people blow me off - like when you say "hello" to someone and they look at you - don't say a word - and continue with their business - Pet Peave).
After a few minutes of sobbing, she turned to me and related the events of that night.  She was from California and had come to Vegas with her husband for the weekend.  That night, she was at a dinner/show and her husband was being rude.  They got into a big fight and she left and got a taxi to the airport to leave for California.  Then she met ol' Ben Wilkey.
I said (sarcastically), "It will be alright - Love will find a way!" and smiled back at her.  She responded with a chuckle and like that, we became friends for the night. 
Her name was Sharon and we ended up talking for the next few hours.  She gave me a granola bar and some almonds, because I hadn't eaten any dinner.  She was awesome.  Sure enough, around 2 am, her husband called her, they worked out their differences, and reunited.
My experience with Sharon was a nice reminder from the big guy upstairs that I was on the right track and definitely made my overnight stay at the Vegas airport a little more bearable.
Sharon was just one of the many amazing people that I met on my journey.
The next days adventures brought me to LAX.  I was excited to go to the LAX airport, because the months before, I fell in love with "LOST".  Those who know the show know what I'm talking about.
I checked it at Asiana Airlines and my first impression was Communist China.  Not a fan of their choice in colors.  However - their customer service was out of this world! I will dedicate my next post - just to my amazing experience with Korean hospitality on my flight - Unbelievable!
I eventually made my way past security and rounded the corner to rhe waiting lounge near my terminal and I felt like I was in another country.  Holy Cow!  I was one of 3 Caucasian people out of a few hundred.  Everyone looked Asian, my guess at the time was Korean, but I am sure there were people from all over the world there.  The kids were running around like crazy - siblings and friends were sprawled all over the floors unzipping their bags - ripping out their clothes and souvenirs - playing games - laughing - yelling  - arguing (or what I assumed at the time).  It was so loud and so congested - something I had never felt so intensely.  I felt like my personal space was diminishing until I had nothing left.
What I was experiencing was a feeling that would revisit me quite frequently during the next year and a half.
A Korean's personal space is definitely not the same as an Americans.