Mark is back

Last night I went to the airport and waited and waited and waited.  When the plane finally arrived, Mark was the last man off the plane.  Somehow I was not surprised.  He always puts others first.  I was so glad to see him.  We talked all the way home and late into the night. This is a first, he talked and I listened.  He had so much to say about his adventure.  The one thing that he said that hit me was that you can not imagine the feeling of handing  someone a plate and they look you in the eye and say thank you...this is the first hot food I have had in days.