Last month while traveling to New Orleans alone, I met an interesting young man.Â What was suppose to be a romantic weekend getaway for two to my favorite city, turned into a trip for one.Â As I dreadfully boarded the plane and walked to my assigned seat, I looked over to see who would be sitting in the seat that was previously assigned to the man I thought I loved and instead found a young man with a baby face clothed in army fatigues.Â I sat in my aisle seat with so many thoughts of the so called “friend” that left me stranded. I watched the soldier sleep so peacefully andÂ when he awoke I immediately turned into Lisa Ling and began to ask him tons of questions.
His name was Javon Morrison, a native New Yorker from Brooklyn, on his way back to Iraq.Â He had missed his earlier flight, but thanks to my misfortune he was able to catch a connecting flight through Atlanta.Â Though he is scheduled to come back home in December for good, he was unhappy about returning to Iraq.Â He told me about how much he missed his baby girl and family.Â I asked him how the food was over there and he said that it wasn’t bad, however they pretty much eat the same things every day.Â His spirit began to lift as we talked about theÂ “Soul Food” love he received from his mother while he was home. On his downtime he plays spades, logs onto Facebook and has a twitter account he doesn’t know how to work.Â He didn’t seem scared to go back to Iraq, more like tired and just ready to come home.Â We talked about tons of things from music to women.Â Our conversation was interrupted about three times because the stewardess kept bringing him treats from First Class.Â One time she reached over me and passed him what look to be a super sized Tollhouse Chocolate Chip Cookie (almost knocking over my bag of peanuts..lol).Â I was happy for him, but if she would have came out of First Class with some Chick Fil-A or Auntie Anne’s pretzels, Javon would have had to share.
I had almost forgot about this encounter with Javon, but when President Barack Obama announced yesterday a surge of 30,000 troops would be sent to Afghanistan, I thought about him and wondered how he was doing.Â I thought about all of the families that would soon be torn apart.Â Ultimately, I voted for President Obama, so I will not be so quick to question his decisions and I trust that he is doing what’s best for the country. Until I sat and talked with Javon, I had never took the time to “really” think about the people who give up their lives so that I may walk this earth with less fear.
On November 13th I took a trip to New Orleans alone and along the way met a young man whom with out knowing me puts his life on the line everyday for me, he suffers daily so that I can live my dreams.Â I needed someone to restore my faith in man.Â I was in search of a hero and I found one… Thanks Javon