I Am Home

I got home last night after a fairly eventful travel day.  I am a very nervous/scared flyer, which I combat with many prayers, rosaries, and requests for prayer from everyone I know, and also by trying to never fly anywhere.  While I was waiting to board my direct flight to Seattle, sitting in the Tucson airport, there was a distressful announcement.  There had been a small plane crash (!) on the long runway, so we were going to have to take off from the short runway.  But our plane was too heavy to take off on such a short runway, so, we would have to leave most of our fuel, burn it fast,  land in Phoenix to re-fuel, and THEN take-off for Seattle.  I was seriously considering just calling my sister and telling her that I would be coming back to her house, and I would just try to fly home the next day, or maybe even drive home. I did not do that.  I bravely boarded the plane with everyone else, most of whom would be having difficulty making their connections in Seattle because of the delay.  We took off, the short runway didn't actually seem that short, then we landed in Phoenix, fueled up, and were on our way again.  The ride was really quite uneventful, thank God, the only interesting thing was the VERY drunk couple across the aisle from me who were having way too much fun, too much loud fun.
All ended well, I am home, and everyone seemed quite happy to see me!