The line you thought you understood no longer feels like yours. As the agent’s pen circles your boarding pass, your mind races through worst‑case scenarios, each darker than the la… Continues…
Those four letters can flip the entire mood of your trip, but they don’t get to define you. Extra screening is a process, not a personal accusation,
even when it feels humiliating under fluorescent lights and impatient stares. You are still just a traveler trying to get somewhere that matters, caught in a net designed to catch something else entirely.
It stings because it feels personal, even when you know it’s not.
In that narrow space between fear and acceptance, your power is smaller than you want, but not zero. You can prepare, breathe, organize, answer what’s asked and let the rest go.
The questions end. The scanner beeps. The agent waves you through without ceremony. And as you step back into the current of passengers,
you realize the most important part was never the code on your ticket—it was the choice not to let it rewrite your whole journey.
