Right before boarding at Gate A21 for a flight to the Big Apple, I found myself once again doing what I do best—helping quietly behind the scenes.
With minutes to spare, I had just unlocked a user account and ensured a critical VM was restored.
Even in transit, purpose doesn’t clock out. Some of the best service happens when no one sees it.
Before Takeoff
Poem by Jet Mariano
A final ping, a task complete,
Between the rows of outbound seats.
Not all flights take off with wings—
Some soar when hearts do faithful things.
A gate, a call, the engine’s song,
But even then, I can’t be gone.
For hands that serve and souls that stay,
Are never truly far away.
Some journeys begin long before wheels lift from the ground. On that late July afternoon, it wasn’t just about reaching a destination—it was about leaving no soul behind. Service, even from Gate A21, has a way of grounding us in purpose.
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