First, our connecting flight in Chicago was delayed more than two hours, which put me in a foul humor. Thank God for my children. They decided the delay was at least partly a blessing since it meant they could watch the Falcons game. Better still, the Falcon won! All was not lost.
But our ordeal was not over. The flight did finally take off, and we arrived at the Hartford Airport a little after 11:00. Not surprisingly, the airport was not fully staffed, with the result that our bags took a LONG time to come out. Carrie had gone to get our car, while my sons and I waited for the bags. Both of them wanted to go to parties. I wanted to go to bed. And the minutes ticked on by. A little before midnight, Carrie called from the car to wish me a happy New Years. I commented sulkily that it wasn’t starting well.
At that point, people from two flights were waiting for our bags. I know all the people on my flight were already significantly delayed. But people began a countdown. THREE. TWO. ONE. Happy New Year!!!!
I was touched by the resilience of the human spirit. These people had the same reasons to sulk that I did. But when midnight struck, they celebrated. I even joined in. And they reminded me that there is always something to celebrate and some way to celebrate it, even in what seems like bleak circumstances. It wasn’t such a bad way to start the New Year after all!