Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Almost, but not really

My flight to Jamaica from Pittsburgh, by way of Philly left at 7:10 a.m. on Thursday morning. I worked until about 8 p.m. Wednesday night, came home and twisted my hair, packed and was going to clean and get my last workout in before I left. Ha! At about 1 a.m., my body shut down. I had my "do not forget" list by the door and thought I would take a nap. Because that's what you do pre-vacation and on-vacation and post-vacation, take naps. Ain't nobody sleeping for real.

So I set the alarm for 4:15 a.m. so I could be out of the house by 5 a.m. at the airport by 5:30 a.m., park, shuttle to the front gate, print my ticket, check my bag, get my passport checked, eat breakfast, begin reading my magazine, board my plane and get my vacation cracking. Or so I thought.

Yeah, the Good Lord woke me up at 5:35 a.m. I was running around my apartment like a crazy person trying to figure out what could happen and what could wait. A shower HAD to happen, but lotion did not. Brushing my teeth was a must, but I could take the rollers out of my hair at the airport. Man, it was a mess. From the time I left my house, I made it to the airport in 20 minutes, which was really upsetting because in no traffic driving the speed limit it's 20 minutes and I definitely wasn't going to speed limit, so I don't know why it took so long.

I digress.

I run from the parking lot to the airport. I run past 3 moving walkway, run to the gate, ask a man if I can go in front of him. Thank the Lord I live in Pittsburgh at and 6-something in the morning, there was only one person in front of me at the airport. He was nice, let me go and I got to the check at 6:22 a.m. If I had arrived at 6:26 a.m. I would have missed the 45 minute before your flight check and either had to buy new luggage or just not go. Look at God.

So I run to the alternate checkpoint. Another gem of the Pittsburgh airport. I get through there at 6:40, the exact time my plane is boarding. I run from the airplane shuttle from security to the gates (that thing moves so slow) to my plane. I stop to get water and some chapstick. Wouldn't you know of all the things that were must-gets, Carmex was not one of them. #TeamNoAshyLips So I make the plane.

My bag did not.

I get to Jamaica. You know nothing is of any urgency to anyone on any island, let alone Jamaica. I wait for all the bags to go and mine isn't there. I wait in line behind a couple with about 18 bags. This woman is going on and on about how her facial cream was in that bag. She can't get that stuff in Jamaica. She wasn't that cute or fresh about the face, which made me if she uses that stuff religiously and she still looks how she looks, she REALLY needs her bags more than I do. That attitude is not of God. Pray for me.

So I get up there and there's good news. My bag did not make the plane, but they re-routed it through Charlotte and it was in the airport. Again, nothing I can do to make things work or not work. Just have to calm down and trust the Lord.

4 blissful days and 3 nights of vacation then...

I set my bag on the bus to go to the Montego Bay airport. I go inside to get my wristband cut off. I tell the bellman, don't let them leave me. He says, ok, it's no problem. They're not going to leave you. I come back 30 seconds later, the bus is going up a Jamaican hill without me on it. Man, what the what.

He calls security (the other bus can't leave the premises without hitting security). We hop in a go-kart and he drops me off on the bus. I look at the driver like really dude? He looks at me like hey, you're on the bus, it's no problem.

So I almost missed my flight, but not really.

And I almost got left in Jamaica, but not really.

My happiness in both situations was directly tied to my reactions. Am I overreacting? Cursing? Having an anxiety attack? Or am I chill in knowing that whatever happens, God has my back. Without these minor inconveniences I wouldn't have a story to tell, a blog to write or a testimony to give. As in all things, Glory be to God for the things he has done including blessing my vacations. Amen!

2 comments:

Ishea said...

Praise him for the small things!! lol

chichi said...

hi Tea, my good friend just moved to Pittsburgh and is currently apartment hunting. Do you have any good recommendations?