It was the summer of 2015, and the Portland International Airport was a hive of activity, buzzing with activity and the promise of great vacations.
I had recently moved here from Los Angeles and had been spending my time at the airport.
On the weekends, I would often get to spend time at Portland Airport.
In my mind, it was a paradise.
I always wanted to go to Portland, and I wanted to be able to stay there without any problems.
But, it didn’t last very long.
On September 3, 2015, I landed at Portland International and was greeted by a security guard.
The guard asked if I wanted any food.
I told him I was hungry.
He said, “I’m going to make you a sandwich.”
I took my sandwich and went to the kitchen to make some bread.
The guard took my sandwiches and gave them to me.
It was a great sandwich, but I was worried because I had not had any food in Portland.
When I asked why, he said, I could not bring anything with me.
I asked him what he meant.
He said, Well, you could bring a blanket, or you could take a shower, or take a bath, but you cannot bring a sandwich.
I said, That’s not right.
We had been waiting to board the flight, and when we boarded, the airport was still very busy.
I looked at my ticket and I saw my ticket had been issued, and it was stamped “PAS” on it.
That meant that my ticket was valid.
I called my wife and told her that the airport would not let me go to a place that would not allow me to bring a picnic lunch or a drink.
She said, Okay, let’s just get on that flight.
So, I went to a local restaurant, but they were not accepting of me.
They were saying, “No, we cannot serve you.
That’s a reservation.”
I said, Oh, I have to go.
I was a little nervous, because I thought I was going to get rejected, but the guy said, We are not going to let you go.
He explained to me that they are trying to make sure we can get a reservation for us, and we would get to stay at a hotel for the night.
So, we decided to just go to the airport and wait.
At that time, the city of Portland was not a great place to be.
I went there and saw that I could go to my hotel and eat lunch, but no one could take my sandwich.
That was a problem.
My wife called me and told me that I should come home, but that the other people I was staying with at the hotel were not coming.
I felt so bad.
I decided to go back to the hotel, because we were so close to home, and they told me I had to stay with my parents and my girlfriend.
So I decided I would stay at my girlfriend’s place and wait for them to come.
Then, about 30 minutes later, I got a call from my girlfriend saying that her parents had been talking to me and that she was worried.
I texted her and said, Thank you for talking to my mom.
She was so upset.
As I was texting her, I was having this conversation with myself.
I remember thinking, I am so sorry.
I am going to need help.
She texted me back and said that her mom said that she had been very upset, and that it was her fault that my dad and my sister were not going.
I told her, No, they are not, and now you have to do what I tell you.
So she texted me, I know, but my dad had to come home.
And she said, He had to go home.
I don’t know what was going on.
I did not feel like she was right, because it felt like she had to do it.
So then, she said she was scared to call my dad because she was afraid he would say something.
About half an hour later, she called and told him that she would not be coming with me, and she would go to her parents.
She texted me again, she was not going, and then she hung up.
I think she felt like I was trying to hurt her.
I could tell she was hurting.
I just felt so stupid.
Her parents had also been getting texts and emails from other people that they had not heard from them.
So when I got home, I sat down with my wife.
I wanted them to understand how bad it was.
We were both so upset and I thought that maybe they were going to tell me something, but we just could not hear anything.
They said that they would be contacting me again.
In the meantime, I had a phone call with a woman named Karen.
She is a very strong and smart person