{"id":7181,"date":"2017-03-02T06:29:44","date_gmt":"2017-03-02T11:29:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/intramuralist.com\/?p=7181"},"modified":"2017-03-02T06:29:44","modified_gmt":"2017-03-02T11:29:44","slug":"best-friends-for-a-day-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/intramuralist.com\/?p=7181","title":{"rendered":"best friends for a day…"},"content":{"rendered":"

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[This is a tough day for the Intramuralist. But this post originally published in January of 2016 makes me feel a little better, as it\u2019s one of my all time favorites. I apologize for the repeat; however, some stories are worth sharing far more than once\u2026]<\/em><\/p>\n

_____<\/p>\n

A little less than a year ago, I had one of the best worst weeks of my life\u2026 as nothing prepares you for the passing of a loved one. Nothing. The only thing that makes the unbearable pain bearable is a faith that is grounded in wisdom and hope \u2014 and speaks of something greater than the circumstances at hand.<\/p>\n

My younger sister passed away early that Monday morning. My family and I had long planned to fly to NYC on Thursday, as my teenage son and his talented show choir were set to dance on the prestigious, Lincoln Center stage on Friday. Hence, the celebration of Nicole\u2019s life was moved to Sunday, which meant much travel (and even more emotion)<\/em> packed into a few short days.<\/p>\n

Unfortunately that Thursday morning, the undesired occurred again; in our midwest city of often sporadic weather, we were experiencing a blizzard-like storm that included over 9\u201d of snow. Perhaps minor for our friends in Boston and Colorado Springs, 9\u201d can be paralyzing in Cincinnati.<\/p>\n

With the storm extending across the entire East coast, flights were being cancelled by the minute; one by one, we would hear disheartening news of another show choir family unable to make this once-in-a-lifetime trip. For some odd reason, our morning flight took off, relatively on time.<\/p>\n

Save for my grieving heart, the flight itself was fairly smooth \u2014 that is, until we approached LaGuardia. We were immediately placed into an hour long holding pattern, as the airport had closed in order to plow the runways. Unbeknownst to us at the time, after that hour, the airport had actually reopened, but the first Delta flight attempting to land skidded right off the runway, crashed through a fence, and came to rest with the plane\u2019s nose extending out over the adjacent bay of water. Thank God no life-threatening injuries occurred.<\/p>\n

Needless to say, our Delta flight was then told the airport was closed. With the storm intensifying and more airports closing, we wondered if they would return us home. After more delay, we were told we would be landing at Bradley International \u2014 although most of us knew not where that was.<\/p>\n

Once landed (in Hartford, CT, no less),<\/em> we found ourselves in a sea of stranded others\u2026 so many questions and confusion. Airline reps attempted to be clear; maybe busses would come; maybe they could get us to our desired destination sometime today. There were too many \u201cmaybes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Yet there amidst the hundreds stranded, we were given a blessed gift. Three other show choir families were experiencing the same flight and plight: two sets of parents, one set of grandparents. We recognized one another, but previous to this moment, I did not know them well. We huddled, put our minds together, assessing our options.\u2028\u2028Deciding to take things into our own hands, we walked and talked. As a group, we shared all this unexpected, significant emotion\u2026 the challenge of being diverted\u2026 the fear of being stuck\u2026 the concern for our friends traveling alternate routes\u2026 the empathy for our friends no longer able to come\u2026 and the worry for our kids, who were separately en route. There was so much deep, dichotomous emotion \u2014 almost too much to handle.<\/p>\n

\u201cToo much to handle\u201d for me was all this on top of what had happened earlier in my week. Thus, thrust together in Connecticut \u2014 feeling simultaneously totally overwhelmed and profoundly grateful \u2014 I couldn\u2019t help but share the more prevalent feelings permeating my heart, that which happened before we ever took off. The way those men and women then reacted to the news of my sister\u2019s death was beautiful\u2026 the tears in the women\u2019s eyes\u2026 the immediate hugs\u2026 the questions, the sincerity, and the genuine concern\u2026 They loved this then semi-stranger in a way that was meaningful, authentic, and true. Any differences did not matter. They became, as I like to say, my best friends for a day.<\/em><\/p>\n

Several hours later, we finally made it to Manhattan. The time included multiple phone calls, prayers, selfies in the abandoned baggage claim area, a drink in the pub, and then a two\/three hour, at-times-treacherous but fun-filled van ride before pulling into Times Square near 5:30 p.m. As we each exited the van, saying \u201csee you tomorrow,\u201d we hugged one another, unspeakably aware of all the emotion the day entailed. Those friends will always be uniquely, deeply dear to me \u2014 what a beautiful role they serve\u2026 my \u201cbest friends for a day.\u201d<\/p>\n

Respectfully\u2026 with peace,\u00a0joy… tears, too…
\nAR<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

[This is a tough day for the Intramuralist. But this post originally published in January of 2016 makes me feel a little better, as it\u2019s one of my all time favorites. I apologize for the repeat; however, some stories are worth sharing far more than once\u2026] _____ A little less than a year ago, I … <\/p>\n

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