I have concluded that no one is perfect. I observed this expression, and it proves to be within reality. I sat in the airport, as I waited for my Grandma to come in from St. Louis. While I was waiting, I noticed all the people surrounding me. Everyone was so different from each other, and at the same time, no one was perfect. I could tell from their actions that they were either running late, forgot to pack something, or even forgot their ticket. These people were so diverse and have probably made plenty of mistakes in their lifetime. There were four particular people that I noticed and took note of.
             The first person that caught my eye was this old woman, probably in her 70's, frantically looking in her purse for something. She searched every pocket in her purse, wallet, even her makeup bag. I'm not sure what it was that she was looking for, but it seemed as though she had forgotten or lost something that she needed. As I watched her more carefully, I noticed that she was very upset about this situation, when out of no where, this mid age man came up to her and handed her a slip of paper. It looked as though a ton of bricks had been lifted off her shoulders, and she had the biggest smile on her face. She got up to give the man a hug, and as she did, her purse feel over, and everything split out. The man was generous enough to help her and pick everything up. I guess in a way, the old woman might of been clumsy, but that might have been from her old age, either way, she made mistakes, and yet she is still human.
             Another person who caught my eye was a young boy. There was a jungle gym in the waiting area, and he was playing in it. He looked as if he was a boy of a middle class family. He was wearing a Pokemon t-shirt with some Guess blue jeans. I saw the triangle emblem on his back pocket. His mom called for him to come, but I noticed that he looked frantically around, searching for his mother.
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