I took my Sweet Angel to the airport very early this morning so she could go spend a week with Andrew in Hutto, down south near Austin TX. As I'm writing this, she is now sitting in the "terminal" at DFW airport waiting for her flight on to Austin. I'll sure miss her, but I'm happy that she gets to have this time with Travis and Sandra and Andrew. She'll enjoy a great week with them.
As I was driving home, I got to thinking about that building where the planes load and unload their passengers. We call it the "airport terminal". Buses go to bus stations and trains go to train stations, but airplanes go to terminals.
The word "terminal" comes from the same root word as the word "terminate" or the end of the trip. The fact is that only half the people in the airport are ending their flights. The other half are originating their flights. If you don't start, you can't end. (You might want to think about that for other topics too).
So if half the people are terminating their flight while the other half are originating their trips, why do we call it a terminal? Why not an "Original"? Well, I guess that wouldn't work too well. If we called them "Originals" instead of "Terminals", every city would have one, of course -- and then the hot news topic would be -- "which one really is the "original", since they can't all be real originals. So, I guess we just stick with originating our flights at the Terminal.
Great minds have great thoughts. And then there are thoughts like this one. Have a wonderful, blessed day. And keep the good thoughts going.
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Well, it was an original thought for me.
:)
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