It was bound to happen sometime
With all the years I've been in missions, traveling around the world, it was bound to happen sometime. . . .
I missed my flight today. We left Versailles (south of Paris) at 10:00 am to cross the city to get to the Charles De Gaulle airport (north of Paris); we sat in stop and go traffic for two and half hours, before reaching the airport, where I was told that although my flight had not yet taken off, it was too late to board. I admit, I cried at the desk when the lady told me that.
My options were bleak, too: buy a ticket with another airline (at sky-high, last-minute prices--taking a loss on the ticket I hold now) or try standby tomorrow (and possibly the next day and the next day). So, I'm going to show up at the airport early tomorrow morning to be the first one in line for any open standby seats (but she told me that the flight was already overbooked, so I'm praying for a miracle!)
In the meantime, I'm spending the night with some missionaries here in Paris, who have been very gracious to me (David and Phyllis Porter, N. Texas district).
I keep telling myself, "It could be worse." But the sad fact remains, I really wanted to be with my family and friends tonight.
After three years in France, another night won't hurt.
I missed my flight today. We left Versailles (south of Paris) at 10:00 am to cross the city to get to the Charles De Gaulle airport (north of Paris); we sat in stop and go traffic for two and half hours, before reaching the airport, where I was told that although my flight had not yet taken off, it was too late to board. I admit, I cried at the desk when the lady told me that.
My options were bleak, too: buy a ticket with another airline (at sky-high, last-minute prices--taking a loss on the ticket I hold now) or try standby tomorrow (and possibly the next day and the next day). So, I'm going to show up at the airport early tomorrow morning to be the first one in line for any open standby seats (but she told me that the flight was already overbooked, so I'm praying for a miracle!)
In the meantime, I'm spending the night with some missionaries here in Paris, who have been very gracious to me (David and Phyllis Porter, N. Texas district).
I keep telling myself, "It could be worse." But the sad fact remains, I really wanted to be with my family and friends tonight.
After three years in France, another night won't hurt.