
I remember when, on Thursday morning, after 9/11, calling the airport to check on the status of flights only to learn that the airports were still closed.
I had flight scheduled to leave that day at 10:30 in the morning to go to Oregon for my mother's wedding. I was supposed to be her Matron of Honor. I couldn't let her down. So, instead of giving up and staying home, I packed my bags in the trunk of my car and hit the road.
Just 56 sleepless hours later, I pulled up in the church...