My Cousin Darlene and my Mom took me to Milwaukee to catch my flight home. We all got on the plane. But ... there were some problems. The plane needed some help - a LOT of help. The plane was also going right through Houston shortly after the tornados went ripping through near enough to be another caution for me. They made all of us get off the plane. I had noticed the woman seated across the isle from me was crying.
We waited, and waited, and waited. The woman who had been crying told us that her father was dying and she wanted to see him before he died. Still crying she asked to find the fastest way to get to Southern California. That took a while. There was a woman next to me that said we needed to pray. There was another woman on the other side of me. We all prayed softly. My sense of it was that we were enveloped with angels. We stayed with her while the airline people searched for the fastest and best way for this woman. She did get a plane to Southern California.
Then the plane was finally ready. I had to make a choice. I really didn't want to go to Houston. Beside the tornados, my Dad would have to meet me at SeaTac at midnight, and probably longer because of the two hours of repairs. So I decided to get a different plane. I found a man from the airline, and asked him if I could go straight across the country.
This wonderful man gave me a first class seat going from O'Hare directly to SeaTac. And since I would have stay overnight, he gave me vouchers for free for a place to stay, and for dinner and breakfast, and the Coach to take me to O'Hare. My Dad didn't have to travel late at night.
The very best was that I had my first time in first class: wonderful food and wine, and it was really comfortable. The man sitting next to me told me how to open up the table when our food was served.
When I got to SeaTac, I found my luggage very easily. And my Dad's car was just outside the door.
The last miracle was that we drove home the before the bridge on I-5 collapsed!