Anyone need a paramedic?
I got thru the check in process, and the security, and finding my gate, and getting something to drink…aghhhh…with no problems. I was quite early so I had plenty of time to sit and read my book while waiting for the flight to board.
As, we waited in the gate area the lady sitting next to me had a Kindle (electronic book) with her and I asked her about it. As we began chatting, I learned that she was from Terrel, TX and her son and my grandson had played against each other in soccer years ago! (it IS a small world) As we chatted, we noticed a paramedic team arrive at the gate. They were let in the gate, and were soon followed by four fireman. Of course…the electricity in the room went up a few notches. Everyone wondering about who the paramedics were here to help, and joking about the pilot needing medical attention “ha ha ha” in very insecure tones. As it turns out we were delayed by forty minutes while they took care of a pregnant lady who needed some help, and by the other people having to wait to deboard…it turned out to be not TOO bad, but we got a late start.
The flight to Atlanta was very uneventful, although my seat mate was very interesting. She was Venezuelan (living in the States now), and just as animated talking with her hands as someone YOU all know! We had a very interesting conversation about her children, work, etc. (she has two, and works for FICA) She asked about what I was doing and I shared some of my Ukraine work with her. She said she wasn’t very religious, but…I shared about why I do what I do, and talked some about Jesus. When we deplaned, she waited for me and made sure that I got to the right gate area to catch my next flight, and then hurriedly gave me her card so that I could email her with how my trip went. It was a very kind act on her part, and I really appreciated her help in a strange and different airport for me.
I finally found my gate, and was just stopping to buy something to eat when they announced a gate change. Of course it was for a gate on the opposite end of the terminal! So I dropped my food and ran to the other gate area. I bought some lunch when I got to the correct gate.
There was a tour group of seniors that were also in the gate area waiting for their flight to Moscow, and a cruise up one of the rivers there in Russia. We were starting to pre-board when the rest of the team from Arkansas arrived. I thought for just a moment that they would not make it for some reason!
We eventually got on the flight and began our journey.
till later…
