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B"H flight attendant aboard that vehicle jetting to California. Forgiveness as an entity o f personality brings benefit to the character, and though this tale involves a flight on Air France several years ago, my ego still reels fro m the abuse I suffered at the hands of the stewardess . After a long time cra mped on a transcontinental flight, the Air France employees were jittery, as were the passengers. Creatures seem to anticipate the finish o f extended efforts, they want to be and the end already and ofte n lose their patience with the finishing touches . The jet hovered somewhere above the Western US airspace just a matter of minutes until landing. I had lay my head to rest on the headrest of the cushion chair, wishing to do a reset in my mind . I meditated in Lotus posture , thinking of the roses, peaches, grapes and citrons growing back home. I delve into the copy and paste functions of my imagination, and am so mewhat spaced out, when suddenly a strike of turbulence rattles my reclining cushion. The stewardess reacted virulently towards me because of discriminatory sensitivity to the passenge r seated to my arrears. I feel an impudent shove and looking around have the good sense to ask the stewardess to rectify the situation, thinking the passenger was so audacious to do such a thing. The spoiled rotten chauvinistic stewardesses and maintenance worke rs think themselves a descendent of Napoleon working through some sort of inferiority co mplex. I desperately wangle in a floppy state of mind getting the particles of my physiology to reco mpose fro m within the abyss of havoc. I felt as if my legs were bein g pulled from their sockets. I was being singled out for physical abuse by the stewardess pushing my seat upright and thrusting my head forward. Suddenly, I'm experiencing the throbbing anguish resultant from oxyge n deprivation and geriatric pains wreaking horror on my bones. What is most unbelievable about this happening is that nobody else related to it as if it had. She asserted brute force to joist me fro m my secure posture so me thirty hours after my having set out o n this journey. Imagine my shock and that of the passengers wit h whom there is connectivity in cyberspace who witnessed the whole event. Anything I said was lost on deaf ears and the stalwart stewardess resumed her pushing such that I was a rolled into a n upright stature. 35