Vomiting those guts out...
In the Austin airport just now I went to the bathroom.
From one of the stalls came the sounds of violent, whole-body vomiting. The kind that only comes from a terrible hangover, the body's rebellion to just-above-death alcohol poisoning.
The kind of start to a day that I've lived countless times.
I lingered a while, hoping to offer the guy a couple of words... Hoping to reach out.
But the heaving and retching continued. The nose-blowing and the groaning. I could taste the vileness in my memory.
I had to move on to board my flight. I felt heaviness in my heart for him.... Picturing him headed home to his family from the Dell conference.... Suffering his shameful way back to gut it out and act normal. How many times is this for him? Will he find an opening to get help?
Thankful that is all behind me.