On my way to Merida...

I traveled today to Cancun; tomorrow I'll be driving to Merida, about 200 miles from Cancun to meet my son for his graduation. I like to be early at the airport because I don't like surprises... and guess what... I left my passport at home... so I had time to go back home and get it... when I got back to Ft. Lauderdale International Airport the airline was really packed... I just prayed to be on the plane... because I was, not late... but near to the flight closing time... There was people upset arguing and I start praying for them... I made some jokes, smiled... and as the bible said... the soft answer relax the anger... I don't know why, but one of the airline's employees asked me where I was traveling. I said Cancun, and she moved me to the front of the counter... and I checked in almost immediately... having enough time to go trough security (enhanced security level today) and to relax for almost 20 minutes at the gate... God... is great...

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