The town I was flying out of did everything they could possibly do to save me time. They upgraded my seat and even asked for my carry-on to be the last one on the plane so that it would be the first one out. I was hopeful. By the time we arrived in Chicago, I made a quick escape from the plane and had someone give me an update for my flight. "I'm sorry mam, but you have missed your flight," said the representative. I knew it. Someone to my left said, "I'm so sorry you have missed your flight." I felt okay though. I was just praying the rest of the night would go okay for me.
I was sent to the customer service desk where I met a very friendly lady waiting in the customer service line. She reminded me a bit of my mom; good spirits, smiling, and petite. We were chatting away and before we knew it, we both had parted our ways since we were up next speaking to customer service representatives. I was booked for another flight. This flight would take off at 9:40 p.m. of the following day. I was not given a voucher for a hotel since the delay was due to weather. In my past experiences, I have had the same thing happen but I was sent to talk to someone else and they were able to take care of this for me. This was crucial for me since I was financially in the hole. (I only had $50 in my pocket because, of course, my car broke down before leaving so all of my fun money went into that situation) Anyhow, I decided to find another representative in the airport. He was unable to resolve my issue but told me to go to baggage claim. He said there was a possibility that someone had the authority to help me there. I thought about it and took another chance.
I arrived at the baggage claim. A tall sturdy male stood there as I walked up to the counter. I told him he was my last hope for the night. He was unsympathetic and gave me one of those looks. You know, the ones that pretty much tell you that they could care less. I began explaining my situation to him and before I knew it he had cut me off and said, "If they can't help you upstairs, I can't do anything. This is baggage claim. Can't you read?" I froze. I could not believe what this gentleman had said. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt the hot tears streaming down my face. He kept on with this job and then walked away. I found a nearby chair and just sat. I was upset, tired, hungry, and without a phone. Now what?
"Are you okay?" "What happened?" I heard the questions but I could not answer. I looked up and it was the friendly lady from earlier. My angel! I wasn't done telling her my story when she said, "Do you want to stay with me tonight?" My "Yes" came out of my mouth before I could think anymore. This felt so right. Intuition was telling me this was the right person that was going to help me. Incredibly enough, things worked out for both of us. I am still in awe of the kindness of this woman. She said, "If this was my daughter, I would want someone to help her."
The kindness of people is a true testament of miracles. I can't thank my friendly angel enough for saving me that night. I had a safe place to sleep and a good companion. Furthermore, I was a witness to a miracle!
What has been your craziest travel experience? Would you do it again? Have you ever helped a stranger in a way that changed their bad times?
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