Becky Broderic

Some time ago, I traveled to Chicago to train a Sister from my congregation’s western province on web design. Not having a direct flight, I had a layover in Columbus, Ohio.
When I disembarked the plane for a layover, I stopped at a kiosk for some yogurt and fruit.  As I was eating and watching people swirl all around me, an impeccably dressed man in his 30s sat next to me. He was eating his lunch as well.