
SIA Convention is over – and I have to leave the convention hotel as soon after 5:00 PM as possible to catch a 7:25 PM flight to Las Vegas for a work conference. In hindsight this was not smart. I was running – literally – to take down our Breakfast with Santa display, grab my suitcase from the room, return my key card to Marilyn, check out (oops – forgot to do that), and get to the BART station and on the train.
So picture me, walking down the streets of San Francisco, past all the smarter Soroptimists who are lined up in front of the hotel to catch cabs, lugging my overstuffed suitcase, my laptop, and a bag of large poster boards almost as tall as me. This works fine until I try to get through the gates to the trains. You put your ticket in, it comes out another slot, and you have nanoseconds to get through the gate before it closes again. Well, between the poster boards and the overstuffed suitcase, I didn’t make it. I had to go to the agent, who reprinted my ticket, took pity on me, and let me through a handicapped gate.
So I’m finally on the platform, totally stressed, waiting for the train, when a Chinese woman approached and in halting English, asked me which train to take to the airport. Their 10 year old daughter, who had been studying English in school for many years, translated, and we got to chatting. They helped me haul my belongings both on and off the train AND up the stairs to my terminal. They provided an attitude adjustment that I really needed, and I am forever grateful.
The little girl, Sunny, promised to email me. Today there are no Soroptimist clubs in mainland China, but it is my sincere hope that by the time Sunny is old enough to be a Soroptimist, we will be there for her.