miracles in the clouds...

days like this

remind me

although i want...

 

to think i'm

in charge

i'm really not

 we indeed arrived in

 new orleans last night

but by four this morning

i knew sarah

was in trouble

 so we called for a taxi

 and headed back

to the airport

 for the first flight

to ohio

the taxi driver

no doubt

divinely sent

 midway through

somewhere over the midwest

it was apparent

her airway

was collapsing

 so i asked

 the flight attendant

for a small tank of oxygen

 instead

 i got multiple emt's
quickly responding
 to her plea
for help

 they were heading to a

first responders

 convention

in south bend

the one who stepped up first

a gentle giant of a man

sarah adored him

the admiration

quickly became mutual

then we landed

to see out our window

three firetrucks

 and two ambulances

 at the gate

as the doors

 of the plane flew open

chicago's finest

 dressed in blue

raced in

to scoop up my girl

 and in the process

we educated

 an entire plane
 full of strangers

who cheered, clapped

threw praises

and blessings our way

feeling very grateful

that we safely arrived home

and thankful for the

strength that

comes over me in times

like this

so sorry to have missed the

wedding

and the quilt shops

we had planned

to visit during our stay

we'll have to make

a return visit

one day soon

especially to thank

tommie walters

of baton rouge

our hero on flight 1792