So there I was – sitting in the Hongqiao Airport waiting for my flight to Nanchang. It was my first full day in China and I was drinking it all in – the sights, the sounds, the smells.
As I glanced around the room I noticed a red metal box in the corner with Chinese characters and some numbers. I had no clue about the characters, but I could read the numbers: 119.
I have used this anecdote numerous times since then. It has been more than ten years since that first day. And every day I spend in China is still an adventure.
The moral is we are all very different and all very much alike.