Proof The Bible Is True

The first rays of morning sun shone through my rental car window. It was the middle of August. I was in a small black Ford in a giant parking lot at JFK Airport in New York City.

 

I had no idea what I was going to do next.

 

It was 6 A.M. Five hours earlier, I’d been at the boarding gate for a transatlantic flight, on my way to Italy for a long-anticipated retreat at a monastery in the town of Assisi.

 

Except I’d fallen asleep at the gate and missed the flight.

 

I awoke with a start to an empty terminal. My airplane was taxiing. I rushed to the gate agent.

 

“Can I book the next flight?” I asked in a panic.

 

“The next flight is in 24 hours, ma’am. I’m sorry, it’s full.”

 

“Can I get my ticket refunded and try a different airline?”

 

“I’m sorry. We can’t offer refunds to no-shows.”

 

I made a lot of phone calls trying to salvage the trip, but the best I could manage cost a fortune, and by the time I got to Assisi, the retreat would be half over. I had a return flight from New York to Indiana in one week. Unless I wanted to cancel that flight and find another one (no refund, huge change fee), I was stuck in New York.

 

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