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fter a beautiful beach vacation my daughter is leaving to travel back to Europe this afternoon, so I’m getting a little anxious, as it’ll be some time until our next encounter. My other teenager is living in Brazil and I miss her too, so hopefully we’ll all be back together by Christmas!

Miami International Airport is one of the world's busiest transport hubs and provides connections to 150 destinations around the globe.  AA is just one of 80 major airlines, which includes Continental Airlines, Delta, and British Airways. MIA is the third-busiest passenger Airport, and is one of the best in America with 98% of passengers waiting less than 10 minutes to pass through the airport officials’ process procedures, according to Airport Business. 

Travelling is growing steadily around the globe although it wouldn’t surprise me if it slowed down slightly because of the economic meltdown.  I’m not sure, but what I am aware of is her flight leaves at 5.05pm. My wife is studying at FIU while my daughter is doing her make-up in her bathroom.

Haven’t we got to leave at 2.30pm?” I asked whilst busily writing this blog, but if I recalled correctly, “we’ve only got five minutes till we have to leave, right?” She carried on saying she would be ready shortly. “Hurry up darling, we’ve got to pick up mummy and drop her off at her appointment. She doesn’t want to be late, as this could be the first real deal.” I pulled off my pajamas and slipped into my boxer shorts, not underpants, but light blue Adidas, American basketball ones that remind me of those great big professional boxer shorts worn in the ring.

We eventually left home with two large suitcases and a small suitcase as hand luggage at 2.38pm exiting the condominium complex and driving to pick up my wife a quarter of an hour later. Conveniently she had printed out instructions how to get to the location, which incidentally was on route to departures, but what she hadn’t figured out is how long it would take to arrive. So by the time we had dropped her off and worked out how to get back on Palmetto highway the flight was due to take off in some eighty minutes. She was really worried because her professor had put her on a deadline to get to university tomorrow, as she had already missed a few daily sessions. I realized how important it was to catch the plane, so it left me panicky as well. 

 





 

We drove as fast as possible restricted by speed limits and traffic, and though the first stretch of highway flowed smoothly it finally slowed down to a halt. The motion became sporadic for several miles, the seconds ticked forward, and we were fretful that we’d be too late to catch the aircraft. Soon after the traffic started full steam ahead and before we knew it the departures ramp was upon us. With no spare moment for hold ups we queued behind a pickup truck to take a curbside spot by the outside check-in. My child jumped out to get an American Airlines assistant’s attention; I rushed into the first available space and took out both large suitcases, right away.

It was too late, the American Airlines representative admitted it was beyond his control and the deadline for him to accept the luggage was overdue, thus referring her to the indoors check-in instead. Without further dues she grabbed the bags and rushed into the terminal by foot. Meanwhile I went to park the Silhouette. Once the van was parked I ran with her hand luggage, leather jacket, and chips inside a white paper bag into the airport, but unfortunately her time had run out. She stood helplessly disappointed to have missed the trip until the next day.

The moral of what happened is never assume it'll be easy; always be prepared for unexpected events, and take precautionary measures. Being prepared for failure today can help one succeed tomorrow!

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