A Chance Meeting

Many years ago I was traveling with DH and our two very young children to DH's assignment in Australia. Since airline flights did not always coincide with our children's sleep schedules, the children were not always agreeable about making the trips. Such was the case this day, or was it night, one can never tell in an airport. Anyway, the children were letting the world know they were unhappy - voicing their situation at the top of their lungs. Suddenly a tall, young man appeared with a smile on his handsome face and began appealing to the children. He chatted with them, patted them on their heads, and conversed amiably with us, before hurrying away to his flight.

The children settled down, we boarded our flight, and DH began perusing the newspaper.
"Look," he said, pointing to an article with a photo in the paper, "the man who talked to us is one of the football players here for a Bowl Game!"
Sure enough, there was the smiling face of O.J. Simpson in the photo.

Reconciling the O.J. Simpson we met that night with the person of recent years has been very difficult for me. I doubt he remembers that meeting. I wonder if he remembers that man.