Donna S. Thomas She came stumbling down the aisle with her bags. Her seat was next to mine. As I moved out of her way, she started a conversation. She was from New York, and was going to visit some people she didn’t know in Costa Rica. A friend had arranged the visit so she could spend a week in that country. Now that she was on the final leg of her trip, her anxiety was growing. As the plane taxied down the runway she started asking me about the plane, about Costa Rica, about how to go through immigration, and what everything would be like. This was easy. I was sure the Lord had put us together so I could help her. I had been to Costa Rica several times. After I answered her questions and calmed her fears, she asked what I do.