Recently, Rhonda and I had a small period of time to go to one destination, return home, and head to another destination. Normally flying would make sense, but our budget was tight, and we didn't want to pay for a flight and hotel when we would be on the ground no more than 12 hours. So sis and I decided to take an inexpensive bus ride to New York City. We were enroute to NYC to attend the New Filmmakers Film Festival to screen a short film that we produced two years ago called Own Your Stupidity. The movie has been on a streak of film festival runs in New York City and forthcoming in Detroit, and we wanted to make at least one screening this Fall.
So the tale begins:
There were two buses heading to New York and both had meeting locations near each other. We initially went to one location, but was told to try another location across the street, just to be told to go back to the first location. Mind you this was during rush-hour traffic, and it took several minutes to drive back. We were so nervous about being late because the ticket said we had to be at the bus site no less than 30 minutes before departure. Needless to say, the bus left 30 minutes later than planned. After a few hours of traveling through North Carolina, we found ourselves rerouted back into South Carolina to pick up stranded travelers. In fact, we were back in not only South Carolina, but aso back at the starting location. One woman was so frantic after waking up from her nap to see herself back in familiar surroundings, that we were delayed another 15 minutes to calm her down. Apparently she needed to be in NYC by a certain time, and it was apparent she was going to be late.
All the while, the driver(s) were speeding through the night to make up for lost time, just to be constantly berated by some of the passengers. This was detrimental to the safety of all the travelers, and there were periodic concerns that a fight was going to break out at anytime. Fortunately, that never happened.
It was also during the trip to NYC that we learned of our great-uncle's sudden stroke. I remember looking towards the Washington Monument, and then looking further up to the heavens to pray to God. I remember crossing multiple bridges and viewing the expansive water. Water has always calmed me down, especially with such unsettling news. My heart was heavy but I still found optimism of what would typically be a disastrous trip. My great-uncle was unselfish in his love to help people. Much like the Wanda bus company who not only returned to pick up stranded passengers in South Carolina, but also another set of travelers in Delaware who's NYC bound bus had mechanical failure. It wasn't about the tardiness of the bus arrival to New York, it was about helping those in need along the way. Life is a journey. Be kind!! Help strangers!! Love everybody!!
Have you ever traveled to a location, and it didn't go as planned? Did you come out of it a better or bitter person?
Rhonda & Sharee Washington