Phoenix City Fengming: What I have learned and been grateful for on my journey back to China to visit my relatives

Phoenix City Fengming: What I have learned and been grateful for on my journey back to China to visit my relatives. I planned to travel to Europe this spring, but it was delayed due to passport issues. After I get a new passport, I have to...

Phoenix City Fengming: What I have learned and been grateful for on my journey back to China to visit my relatives. I planned to travel to Europe this spring, but was delayed due to passport issues. After getting a new passport, my fatal knee arthritis recurred, so I had to give up the travel plan and instead decided to get treatment first before making the next step. But things turned out to be unsatisfactory. After two months of treatment by my orthopedic surgeon in the United States, there was no improvement. Finally, he said: I can only replace the artificial joint. If I don’t replace it, I have to endure it. There is no other way or any oral medicine. I was not willing to just endure it. After discussing and contacting my relatives and friends, and making sincere accusations, I decided to go back to China to see a Chinese orthopedic expert to see the films, and then decide whether to undergo minimally invasive electron microscopy surgery or seek conservative treatment with traditional Chinese medicine. Replacing artificial joints was the most unacceptable option. Make a decision, choose a return date and book a flight ticket immediately to facilitate this trip back to the country for medical treatment. One month has gone by so fast. I have said goodbye to my loved ones and returned to my home in Phoenix. Sitting in front of the familiar and cordial computer, I was full of thoughts and eagerly picked up a pen to write down my experiences and gratitude along the way and share them with everyone! 1. Special services and gratitude at the airport. When I returned to China this time, I had a recurrence of knee arthritis and it was very inconvenient to walk, so I applied for wheelchair service from the airline. When I checked in my luggage and got my boarding pass, I saw a young gentleman approaching me in a wheelchair with a smile. My heart couldn't help but tighten, and I felt a lot uncomfortable sitting in a wheelchair. I have been back and forth to the United States more than a dozen times, and this is the first time I have been pushed in a wheelchair. Moreover, wheelchairs have priority when passing through security checks and do not have to queue. However, they still have to take off their coats and shoes, put their watches, mobile phones, and small bags into boxes to go through security checks. People still have to pass through the security gate alone. When I passed the security check and sat down to put on my shoes, the gentleman pushing the wheelchair suddenly squatted in front of me, took out a delicate golden shoe bag from his coat pocket, and asked me to put my shoes on. At that moment, my heart was filled with gratitude and guilt. What qualifications did I have to enjoy this special service? I had no choice but to double the tip I had prepared and give it to this dedicated and enthusiastic gentleman whom I had never met before, hoping to soothe my guilty heart. The scene of him squatting in front of me was deeply imprinted in my mind. Although he was squatting there, his image was extremely tall and sacred. Pushing a wheelchair at the airport is an ordinary job, but this gentleman is neither humble nor arrogant. He is dedicated to his ordinary work and tries his best to provide the most enthusiastic and considerate services to the disabled. His love is awe-inspiring. I would like to express my gratitude to him in my heart and silently wish him: a good man has a safe, happy and happy life! I am even more grateful to God for giving me such an excellent gentleman to provide the most considerate, warmest and safest service despite the inconvenience of my journey when I was unable to move and board the plane alone! When the plane landed in front of the bridge at Terminal 8 in Los Angeles, a wheelchair was waiting for me. I slowly walked out of the airport door. She was a lovely lady who pushed me to turn left and right. Then she got on a battery car and drove out of the terminal. She then put me on a transfer bus for the disabled and sent me to the China Airlines counter in the second terminal (international terminal). I changed my boarding pass, passed the security check and went to the boarding gate to prepare for boarding. The flight from Los Angeles to Beijing requires a flight of several hours. Although it is very hard, the hard work is nothing when I think that I can see my relatives in China quickly and have my knee arthritis diagnosed and treated. After transferring in Beijing and getting off the plane in Jinan, I received special services from the airport. I am really grateful to the gentleman and lady who provided me with high-quality services along the way. They are like loving angels, helping all those in need. Their love and dedication are loved and respected by the world!