Perceptions and Misconceptions

I was in Rome, exhausted. My trip was stressful, being one month after a divorce and seven days without my daughter. All I wanted was to be back in the tiny arms of my four year old. I arrived at the airport on time, but groggy. I was confused by using Spanglish to navigate through Italy. I just wanted to go home. As I checked my bag, I was asked to wait. And wait. And wait. After about 30 minutes, I was met by a Italian woman with the airlines. She held my way home in her grip. I saw a thick black line on my ticket. She said she would ask me a few questions, and I thought I won the lucky random screening seat. "What was the purpose for your trip?" "Did you party with your friends?" "Did you do a little drinking, a little drugs?" "Are you carrying anything illegal?" "Did someone ask you to bring something back for them?" "Party a little too much?!" The questions fired off like bullets. After enough "Yes ma'am"'s and "No ma'am"'s to last me a lifetime, I thought the interrogation was done. I spent the remainder of my Euro's and waited to board. When my section was called, I was stopped again. A full pat down and all the contents of my Roman trip were displayed from my carry-on. It wasn't until I landed in the red, white and blue, and was drained of my jet lag when I realized, they saw my shaking as nerves. I was five weeks away from my Parkinson's diagnosis and had no way to prove why I trembled. Like Taylor Swift's song, I just "Shake It Off." (Pun intended.) Laughter is...
Source: Healthy Living - The Huffington Post - Category: Consumer Health News Source Type: news