Tim really didn’t want to let us on that flight.
Kristan and I woke up last week ready to fly to the Dominican Republic for a few days of much needed relaxation. When I say, “woke up”, I mean that we rolled heavily out of bed after about 90 minutes of shut-eye. It was 3AM and we had a very early flight. So we get to the airport, walk up to the counter with that cheery “I’m gonna be in the Sun in a few hours” look on our face and set our passports flat on the counter.
Well…Kristan’s passport was flat on the counter. My passport curls up like the letter “U”. Several years ago it was, um, bathed in the washing machine. No big deal though. It has effectively gotten me to many foreign countries since then, including the Dominican Republic. It was all good.
But it wasn’t all good. Tim was having none of it. He tells me my passport isn’t going to get me past the TSA. He tells me if I get past the TSA that it won’t get me on the plane in Atlanta. He tells me that if I get past the TSA and on the plane in Atlanta it won’t get me past customs in the Dominican. I was stranded at the airport.
Where were my protestors advocating my release?
Anyway, I go over Tim’s head and get to Atlanta. PLOT TWIST!!! Tim was RIGHT! I get stopped and this time I can’t go over anyone’s head. The minute the saw my passport they pulled my bag and gave my seats away. I asked, “What do I have to do to get on this plane?”
“You aren’t getting on this plane”
Ugh. I was frustrated, angry, depressed. I was…everything.
Then, a sliver of hope. The boss tells me that Atlanta is one of VERY FEW cities in the US where you can get same day passports. He tells me that “If I hurry” I can make the next flight! WHAT?!
So, all I need to do is locate the passport place (it was one of three options), make my way through Atlanta, fill out all the forms, trust the government to deliver, and return back to the airport and I can still go? Sweet!
It was the closest I’ve ever felt to The Amazing Race! I was calling everywhere, Kristan was navigating, I was running across busy streets and pushing through lines. So exciting!!!
Then the waiting. We have lunch as we wait for the passport to be processed. I’m HOPING it gets done before they close. This is the first time I stop to breathe and when I do, it happens…
I feel it. The weight of all my frustration and anger and sadness over the whole thing.
Kristan tries to cheer me up and I kind of snap at her. It was just for a moment and I got myself sorted out pretty quickly, but it happened and it reminded me of a big difference between the two of us.
In the crisis we both worked. We both did our part to make it happen. We worked really well together. Then, when it was over Kristan was able to do something I couldn’t do: Hope. I braced myself for the worst. She was sure of the best.
Turned out she was right. We got the passport and we got to the DR.
But even if she was wrong she was still right.
“Can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your day?”
In hindsight, we can look at it and say, “Yea, that was frustrating” but the truth is that God really did something awesome.
If Tim didn’t let us on the plane, if Atlanta didn’t offer same day passports or if we had a layover in any number of other cities or if there wasn’t another flight that day (or if all other flights were booked up) then we wouldn’t have been able to go at all.
The truth is that our trip down to the D.R. was much closer to the best case scenario than the worst case scenario. If not for Kristan I NEVER would have seen it that way.