I remember it like it happened yesterday. Mom and I were traveling from New York to Athens, Greece, connecting in Frankfort, Germany. Severe weather in New York delayed our departure and scrambled international air travel. In Frankfort, we had to rebook our flight to Athens. Mom took our carry-ons and looked for a seat, disappearing into the sea of stranded travelers. And I snaked my way in a very long line to the ticket counter. Booking the flight, the ticket agent asked for passports. I had mine and said Iâd be right back with my motherâs. When the agent informed me that I would have to start again at the end of the line, I responded: âNo I donât.â And turning from the counter, hands cupped around my mouth, I shouted: âMOM!â In a flash my mom appeared out of the crowd, her hand outstretched, waving: âIâm here!â