We were silently waiting on the platform in the late afternoon. There he was, my 50-year old 1 with his grey hair and there I was, a teenager girl in my jeans and T-shirt. His aged 2 still clear blue eyes were taking in the scene. I was wondering3 I was going to get through the next two days. "Why did I agree to be with my strange grandpa on a 4 ride from our city to another?" I asked myself.
No one else wanted to be the fellow traveler since my grandfather 5 to take a plane. 6 him, I loved to fly because I wanted to get to the destination as quickly as possible. No matter what anyone told my grandfather about the comfort and safety of flying, he refused to 7 a flight, saying, "It's not just the trip. It's the adventure of getting there. "
With my first step onto the train, the journey was already 8 what I expected. The train was modern and it was filled with 9 travelers. We all smiled and nodded to greet each other.
My grandpa and I seated ourselves in the 10 car. While watching the scenery pass, we could enjoy food and drinks. 11 listening to my music, I became a willing audience and I learned family history that I had never had the time or patience to learn about. I felt I 12 him for the first time. I was 13 for our time together on the train.
In this rapidly changing world, we often 14 important moments. It is necessary for us to 15 and listen to elders who offer a piece of their history or experience.
Life isn't just about the destination; it's about the journey.
