Rekindled Hope
Rekindled Hope A typically perfect day was dawning on the west coast as I prepared for work. I truly loved my job at Lindbergh Field in San Diego, and I was looking forward to the day ahead. 1985 had already been cruel to me. My beloved Aunt Sarah passed away on my 21st birthday, and just two weeks later, I received the tragic news of Grace’s death. To say I was shell-shocked would be an understatement. Grace had been like a sister to me. We were inseparable, and she was the one who had introduced me to my first love. Mike and I had been going strong for 18 months. Life felt full and beautiful—I truly felt blessed. The drive to work was pleasant, though uneventful. The morning crowd was heavy, and the day moved quickly. Around lunchtime, I noticed a man named Lee working intently on the wiring for our malfunctioning phone system. His phone suddenly rang. I heard him exclaim, “Litchfield Drive already?!” The name struck me—it was just a few blocks from my home. But I brush...