I am on the flight from Phoenix to Atlanta, and Candyce is not on this plane. She’ll be spending another day at the beach because she got stuck in traffic this morning and missed her plane. All the flights are booked getting to Atlanta except for a few spots coming in tomorrow, and she be coming in tomorrow.

It’s not the end of the world when you miss a plane, but it sure does seem like it. Flying is a big deal that involves many complicated decisions. For the past five years of my life, me missing a flight would mean that an event on the other side of the country was going to fall apart and a lot of people would be disappointed. We have a few free days before I have to MC a week at summer camp, so Candyce getting in tomorrow is not that big of a deal.

I just don’t like making my girlfriend cross the country without me. She is a strong woman, but there’s something in my instinct that is uncomfortable with the fact that my girl is going through all the stress by herself. I just have to pray.

To be totally honest right now, I am a little scared. An Arab man just came through first class and went into the bathroom behind the cockpit. People in coach aren’t supposed to use the first class bathroom, so that is not right. But what worries me more is that he’s been in there for several minutes, and my heart is pounding hard. This is a terrible feeling.

…I just prayed the past couple minutes, and he came out of the bathroom. I know in a politically correct world, you are supposed to look a beyond skin color and all of that, but it’s a different story when you are at 30,000 feet and your life could be in danger. I have to change the subject or I’ll start panicking.

I am in first class because I was bumped up because I am a frequent flyer on; America West Airlines. It’s ironic, actually. I should’ve been flying first class on this airline three years ago, but they gave me a faulty frequent flyer number, and I lost 100,000 miles. So every weekend of traveling was spent packed in the back of the plane. Part of me wants to get mad b/c I earned the right to sit up here long ago, but I figure it’s God’s way of keeping my humble.

Well, our plane is landing now, and I feel pretty good. I just can’t wait to hear those wheels hit the ground and the engines roar until we stop. Thank you God, for getting us here safely.