Persistence And The Power of God
Persistence And The Power of God 05:30, I wake, roll over and sleepily reach for my iPhone. Mother departs for Lagos, Nigeria from London Heathrow later in the evening. I set about her online check-in. Surprisingly I’m unable to! I check the calendar entry automatically generated on my phone upon confirmation of her booking, it reads, Sunday the 25th of November at 22:35. Assuming the Virgin Atlantic app is on the blink, I ‘pop’ into my mailbox in search of a customer service contact number from the booking confirmation email. I open my inbox and time stands still! Topping my list of emails is one titled, “Hope you enjoyed your flight”. The feeling is indescribable, words cannot do it justice!? My mouth is arid, my stomach churns, last night’s dinner makes its way up, my bladder contracts and I break out in a cold sweat with seemingly red droplets! Shivering like one standing naked in the winter winds, I open and read the booking confirmation email. My worst fear is confirmed, her flight had been for the previous evening. Mother has missed her flight! Befuddled, confused, stunned, bewildered, you name the adjective, it is me. I am numb, speechless and paralysed. A bit of a back story… A few years ago, my mother who is in her eighties, requests a
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