I was flying to Raleigh and Boston this past weekend . . . The plan was to leave Raleigh on Friday night. Everything was lined up and I was ready to get
on the plane. Due to some weather troubles in the area, they needed to
bump a couple people from the flight. Theplane needed more fuel and less people to go around the bad weather. I was one of the lucky ones to
get bumped. At least my bags stayed on the flight and made it to
Boston on time!
That wasn't all bad – my nephew and niece were in Raleigh so I could
go play with them for a bit. I crashed on the couch. The next morning I woke up with a
missing sock…the dog ate my sock. Did you catch the part that my bag
was already in Boston. I had one sock now. Luckily we could run by the mall to pick up a new pair of socks.
So, that afternoon I went
back to catch the flight to Boston again. This time the plane was
delayed….the airline found a backup plane. Too bad, out of the two they
lined up, both had mechanical trouble. Flight canceled – no
luck again.
Still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, I found a
different airline to fly with. Finally, I got on a flight to Charlotte
to catch a connection to Boston. I even made it on the plane leaving
for Boston. Due to the thunder and lightning we had to sit in the
plane for 2+ hours waiting for the storm to pass so the baggage gang
could safely load the plane. We finally left around 2 AM on Sunday.
Thinking we were home free – actually seeing the lights of Boston – the
captain gets on the intercom and says "Sorry to inform you folks, but
we just lost an engine and will be making an emergency landing. The
fire crew will be standing by on the runway." What a perfect end to a
crazy trip!
Okay, so why am I rambling on about this….as we were
getting ready to land (after the bad news) the lady next to me says "Do you see the cross!?!"
I had been reading some in the bible on the plane so she probably
thought I was some Jesus freak anyway. I looked up and saw a cross on
the airplane. It was right there as plain as day just above the
bathroom door. I told her "Well, at least we know we have a great
copilot landing us tonight" She giggled hesitantly and we floated on
down to a smooth landing. It was a trip I won't soon forget . . . and
at least I know Jesus was there with us bringing us down safely.
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