I left with the best of intentions. A bag full of Girl Scout cookies and Hershey bars – plus a killer presentation that I worked hard to complete. But as you may have seen from my post yesterday, I did not get to leave on time. I was stuck in Milwaukee for another day. Okay – no biggie. There was still plenty of time, right? Wrongo.
As I left the house today, the sun peeked out promisingly from the clouds. Optimism was in the air and after my tarot reading of the morning, I thought for sure this would work out and I’d be in England soon. But the cards sometimes don’t mean what we think they do and on further reflection, they took on an entirely different meaning.
When I arrived at the airport, everything was “on time” but there was a bit of a rain storm and it was getting heavy. And yep – you guessed it – I ended up with a repeat of the day before. Stranded in Milwaukee. Except this time, they assured me that my connecting flight would be delayed and I shouldn’t worry.
I should have trusted my own instincts and rebooked the flight to leave from a different city – but again, I was assured we would leave and I would be fine. We finally boarded the plane and………got stuck on the tarmac. For almost two excruciatingly dull hours. They started the plane back up and we were feeling better for about one minute – and then the pilot announced we would be coming back to the gate and deplaning. Detroit was on a lock down and no flights were coming in or out. Except apparently, my flight to Amsterdam, which left without me. On time. Now I was pissed.
As I approached the counter, I saw the same woman who rebooked my flight from the day before. She felt terrible about my predicament and then rebooked me for tomorrow with assurances that I would get to my presentation on time on Sunday.
I called my husband to pick me up and then grabbed my bags and waited for him. As I was hanging outside the airport, I saw my tarmac seat mate, a young German man, pacing back and forth. He was trying to use the pay phones and seemed to be stressed out. He was supposed to be heading back to Hamburg but, like me, was rebooked for tomorrow. I could sense that he was stuck at the airport with no help – and although we didn’t speak a word on the plane, I felt the motherly instinct kick in. I walked up to him and asked him if he had a place to stay for the night. When he said no, I told him we’d be happy to give him a warm bed and a good meal. He gratefully accepted the offer and we were on our way back home with a new friend in tow.
We ate at one of my favorite restaurants and then headed back to the house to call it a night and prepare for the trip tomorrow.
And that’s when I thought of my reading from earlier – the King of Swords reversed (bad energy); Magician (make the most out of it, take charge, willpower, determination) and the Page of Cups – which I had initially interpreted as me being welcomed by my friends overseas now suddenly became a young person – my new young German friend. Ah….interesting how that works out.
So tomorrow we shall leave on a wing and a prayer. I’ve checked the weather and it looks dicey. Will I be stranded here again? Will I get stuck in New York? Will I have to Skype in my presentation? At this point, I’m leaving it up to the fates. Whatever shall be shall be.
© Theresa Reed | The Tarot Lady 2012