Dufilled

As I read the second chapter of "The Great Railway Bazaar", I am reminded of how that during travel somehings, if not everything can go wrong. I my was Dufilled before I came to France. I was supposed to leave at 4:25pm, August 31 in order to began my study abroad program. Unfortunately, I ended up showing up a week later. My dad came to see me off, my sisters missed school to see me off, and my mother got off of work early. My family walked me to the security gate and upon finding out that they could not see me to the gate, we cried. After the tears I went to international gate E1 and I waited. At around 4 o'clock, I began to wonder why I didn't see many travelers and why there were no attendees at the gate. Now, an experienced traveler would no that the logical thing to do would be to go and check the t.v monitors to see if the gate had been changed. It was my first time every traveling alone so I just sat there. At about 4:30 I began to walk around to the neighboring gates to ask questions. No one was available to help me. Finally an attendent came to the gate. I asked what time was the flight to Frankfurt, Germany. She stated, " the flight to Frankfurt was scheduled to leave at 4:25 at E7 and it has left." I could not believe what I was hearing! Left! What am I supposed to do? I don't even have my cell phone! How am I supposed to call my parents? So I stomped, STOMPED,  my way to ticketing. On my way there, tears began to fall and I hear a delta employee on the right of me stating, "it will be okay", laughing. This was not a laughing matter ma'm, I thought. When I got to station, the line was extremely long, which made things worse. When I finally got  to the front of the line, I found out that there was basically no hope for me to leave on that day. I was on a buddy pass, so there was no way I could put me on another flight. The clerk did all she could to find me a flight; she was trying her best to get me out of Atlanta so I could "go to school". She finally allowed me to use the phone, which she wasn't supposed to do, and I called my daddy so he could come and pick me up. As soon as I hang up the phone, I started to cry again, but then next to me was another girl who was crying as well. I asked her what was wrong and she told me that she had been stranded in the Atlanta, Airport for four days straight. She was supposed to be in Barcelona. Before I left to go baggage claim, I gave her a hug and simply said what I was hearing in my heart, that everything would be alright. Once I turned my back I cried once more, but when I got to the train I began to laugh. I was laughing at God, because it could be that I was always destined to arrive on the 8th of September, I just had to be at that airport on that day to comfort someone else. God is funny like that, you never what He's up to unless He chooses to reveal it to you.