For the last few weeks my husband and I have been getting ready for a trip to Atlanta. We’ve been really excited and feeling ready to go, looking forward to spending 1 on 1 time tucked away from the realities of our daily lives. We made all the necessary plans. Friday morning went as planned… until 10am.
At 10am I received a call that changed everything. One of our loved ones was going to the E.R. This threw a monkey wrench into our perfect plans. There was no way we could get on an airplane without checking on the well being of our beloved. We rushed to the E.R. and discussed cancelling our plans. However, our family encouraged us, trying to convince us that all would be well and that we should still go. What they did not realize was that it was 25 minutes until our flight. We were 15 minutes away from the airport and had not checked in yet. I pondered our options for a minute thinking, Should we stay or should we go? Something rose up inside of me and the decision was made; off we went. We arrived at the airport about 10 minutes before our flight time, we ran through the parking lot.
Once inside we met an attendant who said that there was no way we could get on this flight. She was happy to re-book us on a later flight. She then explained that she would not be able to check our luggage because we were so late. Out of breath, I looked at my husband and very sternly said, “NO we are getting on this flight even if we have to leave our luggage.” We had planned this trip for months and I was determined that we would get on that flight. We had 5 minutes.
The attendant reluctantly handed over our boarding passes and looked at us with a look of doubt. We ran upstairs with our 50 lb luggage in hand. We were stopped at security because they said our bags were too big to go through the scanner. The security agent said that if the bag didn’t go through, we couldn’t get on.
By this time, I overhead that the flight was a few minutes delayed so we proceeded to the gift shop where I began to reorganize everything we had packed so neatly the night before. My husband was just about to purchase two smaller bags. As I was sorting through my bras and panties right there on the floor of the airport gift shop, a man came over and said, “Maam, I think your bag will fit.” I told my husband, “Zip the bag and let’s go back to security. This man said our bag will fit. He has one similar to ours.” We ran back to security and this time went straight through!
By this point, our flight was about 30 minutes delayed. Finally, we were in the waiting area for our flight to Atlanta. As we replaced the clothing items that we had taken off during the security check we heard the call for flight 5597 to Atlanta, Ga. We boarded the plane and, although out of breath and a little achy from all the hustling and bustling, we made it. We breathed a sight of relief.
As I gazed out the window during the flight, I thought about the relevance of what had just happened. I was reminded of the importance of persistence. Just like life, there were many obstacles that could have prevented us from getting on that flight. If we had allowed the unexpected E.R. visit, the unfriendly counter attendant, or the negative security agent to be insurmountable obstacles, they would have been. If we had stopped pursuing that particular flight, we would not have made it.
My husband expressed to me that he felt he’d witnessed a display of how I live my life; persisting through the naysayers, obstacles, and circumstances, and pushing towards a life of purpose and meaning. When I know where I am going, I have purpose in my life and I do not to let anything or anyone keep me from my goals. It’s not always easy, but it’s always worth it. I expect to conquer everything that interferes with the purpose of my life and you should too.
A few minutes into the flight the pilot came on the intercom and said, “I don’t know what happened. The plane was fine coming here, but when we got ready to leave we had a few issues.” I smiled inside – I know exactly what happened!