Due to the winter storm we had last Friday, my friend was unable to fly home to Philadelphia from the Caribbean. The plane departed the tropical locale on time, only to be diverted to Miami somewhere east of North Carolina. She finally arrived home last night.
During those unexpected 48 hours, courtesy of travel agent extraordinaire Mother Nature, stress, frustration and anger found room in her carry-on, understandably so. But she, along with the three ladies accompanying her, also embraced the weather’s folly. It is a story that will unite them forever and they all recognized that as early as Friday evening, while waiting in a horrendously long ticket counter line.
If only we could feel the same way about life’s diversions. We all have a flight plan we’ve created for ourselves, a destination in mind, and then something happens and we find ourselves in a completely different place then where we expected to be. When your new locale is more not-so-nice than paradise, your sole focus is not on finding an alternate route to where you were going but rather how to get back to where you were. And you certainly aren’t thinking, “This is an adventure.”
Now if life diverted then handed out meal and hotel vouchers . . .
