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Blessing in Disguise
Blessing in Disguise|
I returned last Thursday afternoon from a business trip abroad. It took about two weeks: first stop, Dubai of UAE, and then Ankara, capital of Turkey, from there, proceeded to Istanbul, commercial center of Turkey and last stop, Sana’a of Yemen. It was a pretty long trip. Among all the things I experienced, I want to share with you a story. It is not a story in the real sense, because it is not something I made up, but something that really happened to me.
Before that, I am wondering who can tell me what the initials C.I. P stand for. To tell you truth, I did not know when I first came across them.
Well, it goes like this:
On 2nd of July, 2007, after my business in Ankara was completed earlier than schedule, I decided to proceed to Istanbul for a few days of sightseeing. Since neither my friends at the Embassy nor business partners were available to drive me to the Airport. I hired a taxi instead. Unfortunately, the driver did not speak English well, and to make matters worse, he even was not familiar with the Airport. In the end, I was dropped somewhere of nowhere at the Airport of Ankara.
It was a bit strange--just not so many people around and there were not any obvious signposts that lead to departure terminals. I went a few steps ahead, believing there should be main buildings and many people there just around the corner. I was a bit disappointed to see there were less people around. However, I caught sight of signpost which says Departure of Domestic Flights. Finally at last, what a relief!
Wait a second, what’s that? There was a sentence below which says C.I.P Lounge. What CIP lounge stands for? I know we have VIP lounge in Beijing. Whatever, since I had no other choice and no people to talk to, I went straight ahead to the building.
Immediately after the entrance, no body stopped me from passing through the security door and my luggage being scanned through the X-ray Inspection system. And the check-in counter of Turkish Airline was just a few steps away.
“Can I check in here, miss?” I asked.
“No problem, sir. Aisle or window seat, sir?”
“Aisle please” I replied.
“Here you are, sir, the boarding pass”.
“Excuse Miss, which gate?”
“There is no gate, sir. When the time comes, you will be notified and led to a shuttle bus, straightly to the Airport. Don’t worry”.
When I went inside the lounge, a spacious room with big sofas, big-screen TVs and plenty choices of snacks, beverages and fruits on display, I realized it should be VIP room that is normally reserved for those who are first-class or business class ticket holders. But mine was Economy Class!
I was a bit nervous, because it was so embarrassing if caught. So when drinks were served, I asked the attendant “how should I pay?” She shook her head and said nothing. A few minutes later, there were more people coming, most of them wearing suit and tie. About 30 minutes later, we were all driven to the Airplane. The big difference between us was that they all seated in the front, first-class or business class while I had to go a bit further into the Economy Class. For the rest of the journey, I kept on thinking what had gone wrong that made me so happy..
Later on, when I mentioned it to my Turkish friends, they said CIP stands for Commercial Important Person. They went on to say that the Airport staff must have made mistakes. Yes, they did.
When I looked back with cheerful mood, I found something interesting. Had my friends been available to drive me to the airport, had the driver known the way, had I found someone able to lead me to the usual departure terminal for Economy class, I would have not had such a pleasant surprise. So a lesson is learnt, when things all look bad, inconvenience or misfortunes following one after another, don’t worry, and never give up, keep on going and keep on believing. After so many negative elements and misfortunes, a big fortune may just lie around the corner and a surprise luck may strike u before you notice just like it did to me a week ago at Ankara Airport 2nd of July, 2007.
Wish everyone have that luck; just keep on trying and believing.