Congratulations to Rhonda, who won Darien Gee’s FRIENDSHIP BREADBreaks. They can be large, small and in between. They can be good (find a penny pick it up!) or bad (my mother in law broke her ankle six weeks ago and is still in the hospital with complications.) We all love to catch the good kind of break. But sometimes, we get to be the guardian angel who “throws” a break to someone else. Here’s my story.
In November of 2007 I was flying home from The National Autism Association conference in Atlanta, Georgia. While 35,000 feet in the air (otherwise known as far too high to fall) the captain announced that we had a technical problem that necessitated an emergency landing at National airport in Washington, DC. Not a good break. We approached the runway to find a phalanx of fire trucks, lights flashing, airport that was otherwise quiet waiting for our descent. I called my husband on my cell phone to ask him what time it was….. Ahem. We landed without incident. The best kiss I’ve ever had was on terra firma (literally) at DC.
We waited over seven hours for repairs. There were no alternative flights to New York that night. I remember swearing, “How the heck is this that I can’t get from The Capitol to any of New York’s airports on a Sunday night?” Finally our plane was ready to go. Another break! We were seated on the little jetway bus that looks like it rolled off the Jupiter II for a landing on Alpha Centauri to connect us to our plane. Then we got a bad break. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve been informed that our flight crew can no longer fly based on hours at work requirements. We’ll be sending you to a hotel to spend the night.”
A teen girl traveling alone was seated across from me. Her face turned white.
I introduced myself, telling her I was a Mom of three kids (and not an axe murderer) and that I’d be happy to go to the hotel with her. I asked her to call her Mom, which she did. I gave her Mom my name, address, pointed her to my blog and tried to make her feel a bit better that her daughter was spending the night alone in a hotel in DC. At the hotel, I got the girl a room with an adjoining door and told her I’d leave it closed – but she could knock and come in at any time.
We left the next morning and landed safely in New York. I met her Mom in the terminal and we hugged. They went their way, I went mine. I was happy to throw that young woman a break. Have you done the same for someone?