Here is a post I meant to upload while on the recent trip to New York concerning my airport experience:
It’s 5:10am when we arrive at the airport. The plane leaves at 5:20am. I grab my duffle bag and give my friend a quick wave good bye as I hurry to the checkout desk. As I feared; boarding has been closed and the workers are at the gate helping the plane leave. Anger starts to rise as I stare in disbelief at the empty counter. “How can they just leave the checkout stand without personnel?” I think to myself as I grab my phone and call customer service. This flight is important to me for my final destination is New York to see my grandmother. However, as I speak to a very cordial and helpful customer service rep (no exaggeration or sarcasm) I start to realize something. God is in control. Sure I should have arrived 30 minutes early like they tell you to do. But I didn’t. This state of ill fortune is my fault. However, even as I am tempted to sulk about my present predicament, I hear His small still voice. Truth is, if I was meant to be on this plane, I would have been on this plane.
I don’t know why nor do I think I’m supposed to know why; but this I know: I was not supposed to be on that plane.
As this sense of still comes over me the friendly customer service rep on the phone tells me that they can put me on another plane but I needed to talk to rep at the airport. I thank her and hang up. I am oddly at peace.
The attendants approaches the counter and I enter the line (with no one in it mind you). Another friendly attendant motions me to come forth. As I hand her my ID she notices that I paid for a priority seat on my original flight (only seat available so I had to pay $25 extra bucks). She kindly refunds that charge. My ticket has now been reduced in price by $25 bucks. As she hands me my new itinerary I thank her and sit in the lobby. The next flight leaves at 10am. It is 7am as I write this post. There’s no one around me except the worker at the bar who’s staring at me all weird. Maybe because I look like a hobo with my over grown hair and beard (I desperately need a haircut). Or maybe it’s because of my new camera that currently hangs around my neck. Regardless, I am at peace. As quickly as my anger rose, it has been replaced with a very strong sense of peace….three hours left till my flight gets here. Good time to catch up on posts that should have been posted a long time ago yet hasn’t due to school’s insanity. Three hours of no one around…oops, one person just arrived. My people watching hobby kicks in…No worries though. I need to write.