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He clenched his passport tightly in his hand running the stamped pages around the tips of his index fingers. He glanced at his watch, to the line of desperate wishful thinkers, then back to his watch again. His heart raced and sweat began to drip along the defined edges of his widow's peak. He looked down at his watch again, verifying the exactly two minutes that had passed since last glance. “I'm next,” he muttered under his breath. As the ticket agent gave the wave of a hand, he ran expeditiously to the counter. “What's your destination today?” the lady asked robotically, scanning his passport. “Home,” he muttered as the ticket agent tapped the details into the system. Each tap felt like a hammer coming down, as the immediate escalation of pressure built in every part of him. “I'm sorry sir. Unfortunately, your flight has been canceled due to a mechanical issue on the aircraft. We can get you on the next flight tomorrow morning at six.” The build up within him only had one direction to go, releasing immediately up through his vocal chords and out through his mouth. “I need to go home!” He screamed. The passengers all glared in his direction, when he heard the sound of his cell phone ringing in his left pocket.
Born and raised in the Pacific Northwest, Jared Cole spent most of his young adult life dearly holding on to the dying art and music scenes of Seattle, Washington. After finishing his degrees, he became a school teacher, focusing primarily on helping kids become better people. He met his beautiful wife and mother to their sons in the most unlikely of circumstances. They married, and with nothing but two suit cases and the clothes on his back, flew to Amsterdam. It was there where he took on the project to write his first book. He has recently completed a book of beginnings, an interactive children's book and a novel.
