This morning, we got up at 4:00 a.m. in order get to the airplane before it took off for home. We drove our rented car to where we had first picked it up, but before we got there, we missed a turn because of confusion caused by road construction. After circling the airport a couple of times, we finally turned correctly and returned the car. We then had to get on a shuttle bus to the airport, but we had to get on the right one among many. Our bus was going to terminal 3, where Alaska Airlines was situated. We got on the right bus, but then we had to get off at the right place because it stopped at many destinations, but only one worked for us. A lady was announcing the upcoming stopping point over an intercom, but those people always mumbled their words, and I had no idea what she was saying. I asked the guy sitting across from me on the bus where he was getting off, and he said, Terminal 3, cool, we will get off with him. Once inside, we had to go through “Security.”
There were many people at the Dallas-Fort Worth airport, and it seemed like they were all going to the same place we were, which made for a long line. Did you know that when you get over 75 years old, you don’t have to take your shoes off anymore? I guess that is because they don’t consider us a threat to hijack a plane anymore. I don’t know if it is because I am 76 or because I have flown so much, but I am now always in the “B” group. That is right after the ones who are in the service or are a veteran. That means I get on the plane early, so there is lots of luggage space. The most crucial thing in all that happens is that you have to have a ticket. Now, they do these electronic tickets on your cell phone.
While going through this long line, my phone switched off, so when I got up to the grumpy guy who needed to scan my ticket, my phone was off. I usually open my phone with a face scan, but it wouldn’t recognize my face for some reason. I tried so many times that it froze my phone, and I needed to use my passcode, but I couldn’t remember it. The grumpy guy and the people behind me were getting crankier by the minute or, rather, the second. Have you ever had an experience where you are under this horrendous pressure, and your brain goes into a freeze? It could be just an old man thing. I finally figured it out. You knew that because I am home sitting in my recliner as I write this, but I wasn’t sure for a while. It is a sick feeling to think you are getting on the plane early, and it looks like you might not get on at all. Can you imagine the feeling of standing before Jesus after you die and He says, sorry, your name is not on my list of those who get into my house? The saddest thing is that it is too late to do anything about it. It is essential that you have a ticket into heaven, and you need to know that you do, without a doubt.