Our easy, two-hour direct flight from Washington DC to St. Louis hit a bit of a snafu. It went a little something like this:
- Walked into the airport at 2 PM.
- Immediately found out that the flight was canceled.
- Waited in an insanely long line for an hour and a half to speak to someone.
- Got re-routed to St. Louis through Detroit on a different carrier.
- Discovered that flight was delayed and we would miss our connection.
- Headed back to desk and got on earlier flight to Detroit. (Yea!!)
- That flight left late. (Boo!)
- Missed our connection in Detroit after a 30-gate sprint through the airport.
- Made our way to ‘Help Desk’ and learned there were no more planes to St. Louis that night.
- SNAP TO THE RESCUE! (I am so unbelievably blessed to have this group of amazing people all over the country and the world that will literally drop everything to help us. THANK YOU!)
- Spent the night with a Thinker (highlight of the day). Got to bed around 11 PM.
- Arrived at airport at 5 AM. Since there were also no flights to St. Louis from Detroit in the morning, the only way to get there was a 6 AM flight through . . . ATLANTA.
- Arrived in St. Louis exhausted, bleary eyed, yet strangely calm.
- Walked into 10:30 appointment at 11:40 after a six-mile taxi ride where son fell asleep.
- Saw practitioner, drew blood, got new protocol, PAID BILL.
- Left for airport in taxi directly from appointment for 5 PM flight home.
- Staggered into airport restaurant. Son had a hamburger; I had a beer (Okay, two).
- Flew home and crashed.
4 flights. 2673 miles. 30 hours start to finish. We were in St. Louis for a grand total of 6 hours.
This is what we do for recovery. For healing. For our beautiful kids. All in the name of love.
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