I traveled this holiday and I got stuck in the blizzard of 2010 that blanketed the east coast, causing air flights to be cancelled from Bangor to Berkley. I was one of the lucky ones whose first flight got out on time–but I did have to stay overnight in a hotel in a state many states from my own in order to wait and hope that the next morning I would get back. And I did.
So I know people got stuck this holiday–I saw it first hand when I arrived at one mobbed airport and heard a woman shrieking at a travel agent “you’ve been lying to us all day!” And I know that it’s so awful to sit in an airport with screaming kids or a sick aunt or no luggage or no snacks. And we all know how much I love spending five dollars on a bottle of airport water–NOT!
But as I sat there listening to that angry traveler ream out the ticket agent I couldn’t help but think to myself, “I wish that was my biggest worry of the year–whether or not I’ll be home tomorrow or the next day.”
As someone battling recurrent breast cancer, I am terribly shaken by what may lie ahead. Will I be here to see my son graduate high school? Will I be able to help my daughter through her first heart break? Will I see 50 years? I just don’t know.
Not to be completely detached from the mess and madness of lost suitcases, long lines and flights to nowhere, but as far as major life headaches go, I’d have traded places with any one of those upset folks in any of those airports this holiday season–in a heart beat.