It is 1:05 AM Saturday, August 1, 2015 and I am writing to you from my home in good old Mableton, Georgia!
Today started about 4 AM Pacific time because we had a 12:25 flight back to Hartsfield-Jackson airport and we wanted to be on time! To our joy we found that the flight was not only going to be on time but was going to be thirty minutes ahead of schedule! The gate announcement came that if anyone had a magic wand would they please bring it forth immediately he would appreciate it, because the flight was overbooked and since there would not be enough overhead space they would like for us to check our baggage, free of charge, and by the way the other problem was going to be that they would run out of food! After a short conference my sister and I decided to check our baggage and then I went down the concourse and bought grilled chicken sandwiches for us, which we ate right there at the gate while our two little carry-on suitcases were being taken away.
The first part of the flight went very good and we remained ahead of schedule, that is until we started the descent for our landing in Atlanta as the airplane began to shake and rock and roll in a very unnerving way! After remaining in a holding pattern doing circles over Peachtree City for quite a while Delta decided to divert us to Columbus, Georgia.
As the pilot started the descent to land in an airport that was not prepared for a vehicle our size, I felt the rapid fall and then an ear-piercing bang onto the runway with all of the passengers almost being thrown out of our seatbelts! The next thing we heard was, “the doors are all armed so no one try to get out, please remain in your seats!” The next thing was, “We have run out of food but if anyone wants water we will be bringing some down the aisle momentarily.” By now our grilled chicken sandwich had disappeared somewhere over Texas several hours earlier!
It was then announced that if you must use the restroom facility you get out of your seat and go. The aisle immediately filled with people waiting in line for one tiny toilet. I was one of those waiting in the never-ending line for the bathroom and while peering out the small window I saw the fuel truck come around the plane and begin to put fuel in our plane.
It wasn’t long before the pilot asked us to return to our seats. Long story longer, the plane finally took off from Columbus and I got to get an up close and personal view of the blue moon, which was shining in the window.
We finally landed back in the good old ATL and all locals were asked to remain in our seats to let others who might be trying to make a connecting flight get off first, never mind that I had been in that seat by now for seven hours!
One upside of the day was that our seat partner was a nice young man who had been in LA trying to find a house to be able to move his family to from right here in Cumming, Georgia and the three of us held hands and prayed, more than once! I felt that being able to talk with him made it a divine appointment!
Well here I am sitting in my own chair telling you my tale of woe, what I didn’t say was how happy I was about how our trip had turned out, the feeling of knowing that we had done the right thing, giving me the feeling that all was well with the world!
I am going to bed but must tell you that the suitcase I carried was barrowed from my daughter and when I picked it up at the baggage claim it had a huge gash all the way down the side. Needless to say I am beyond sleepy and going to rest my head on my own pillow knowing that all is right with my world!