It was time to leave. A friend was waiting to drive us to the airport, and there was a raging snowstorm outside.
“Did you take your pills?” my husband asked with a bit of concern in his voice.
This was not the first time I’d ever flown, but I was not a peaceful flyer. It was only from Boston to Florida: Two ‘coffee, tea or me’ breaks and one meal and we’d be there. Friends tried to speak sense to my cowardly heart. “Thousands of travelers fly hundreds of miles every day without incident.” They’d remind me. I’d think, “But what about the incidents that did occur?”
Spiritual friends would say, “Nothing can happen to you unless Father God permits it.”
Not much comfort in this truth. I’d think, “But what if it’s the pilot’s time to go? He’s not leaving without taking a few of us with him.”
But the goals and gains of a trip were worthwhile: We’d have visits with sons and special friends; we’d have fun as sightseerers; we’d find Springtime’ in the midst of a cold, grey New England winter.
“I didn’t hear you, did you take your pills.” He asked again a bit impatiently.
This is the 21st century, after all, and doctors have a pill for everything. So I looked to our family doctor for an answer. “Take one of these before you go to bed and one when you get up.” He directed.
“Yes, I’ve taken the pills.” I lovingly bellowed. “Let’s go.”
Did I tell you we were having a snowstorm? Since it was 4am. traffic was light. The men talked back and forth between themselves while I stared out the window, convinced that this was not going to be a good trip. We said our goodbyes at Logan and deposited our luggage.
It seemed that we waited an eternity for the call to board the plane. As usual, my mind contemplated the morning headlines and the well being of our beloved dog we were leaving behind. I remembered the other pill I had to take. You see, I have a problem with motion sickness and sometime take a pill for it. Surely, flying in a bouncing airplane in the middle of a storm warranted a pill! Now for the fourth time I needed to use the Ladies Room. By the time we got back to our seats it was time to board the plane.
We settled into our seats and I immediately strapped myself in. I wondered to myself if this was really the smartest move. Now I was assured that wherever the pilot went, I was going too. After awhile a stewardess passed by us and noticed that I was trying to get comfortable…or maybe she saw my eyes. “Let me put the seat back for you,” as she reached for the button on my seat. “Would you like a pillow and a cover for your shoulders?” It was a little chilly…
My husband was the one who later refreshed my mind. I never realized how long we were on the tarmac or that our wings needed deicing several times. I didn’t know we were the last plane out of Logan or when we were airborne. I vaguely recall being brought a meal and being told that since the plane was almost empty we could sit where we wanted. I’m told I fell asleep while eating and finally curled up on some neighboring seats.
“If the plane had ever gone down,” my husband reported, “I would never have been able to wake you up.” My mind asked, “Would that really have been so bad?”
We landed on time without incident, unless the stewardess and the pilot thought it strange that a gruff-looking man was leading a disheveled woman from the plane as she called back, “Thank you and goodnight.”
We waited in the terminal for our son to find us. “What did you do to mom?” my son asked. “Just take her arm and help me get her out of here. I’ll explain later.” My husband responded.
The next morning when I awoke, I was amazed to find the flight had gone so well. It seemed to me that a nice lady had just covered me up and put the lights out…
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