Last weekend I went home to help my parents get the house ready to sell. We painted and cleaned and packed. We also participated in the annual 5k our ward puts on. The Taylor family made us hot pink shirts. We went to a Cardinals game. And we had late nights and talks and lots of laughs. I loved being home.
On my flight back home I was EXHAUSTED. I'd only gotten a few hours of sleep the night before because I'd stayed up all night with my mom. As I sat down on the plane for the flight to Dallas (where I'd connect for my flight to Salt Lake) I was thinking I'd get some sleep.
A lady (mid-thirties) gets on the plane last minute talking on her phone and comes and sits down next to me. I hear her say, "And hopefully this nice lady next to me won't mind if I grab on to her when I get scared." Haha. Ya....at this point I'm thinking NO WAY I'm going to get any sleep.
So I start talking to her. Trying to distract her. Talk about scared of flying! Its an 8 AM flight and she's already had two cocktails she informs me and is frustrated with the flight attendant when he asks her for her drink order and he tells her its too early to be serving alcohol. But she's doing pretty well. The flight is only supposed to be about an hour and ten minutes so I figure I can keep her distracted for that long.
About thirty minutes into the flight the flight attendant gets on the intercom and starts SCREAMING into it "CODE RED CODE RED CODE RED" and flight attendants start running up and down the aisles. I'm literally thinking "This is it. This is how I go. Wow." Meanwhile the POOR lady next to me has a DEATH grip on my arm. I cannot feel it at all. I took a picture of my hand and sent it to my mom afterward....HOURS later you could still see this lady's nail marks in my hand. After what seems an eternity she follows her screaming of code red with "MEDICAL EMERGENCY. WE HAVE A PASSENGER THAT HAS PASSED OUT AND NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION IN FIRST CLASS."
Ok. Well glad to know we're not all gonna die. But for the sake of everyone on board next time.....LEAD WITH MEDICAL EMERGENCY!
Cause who the heck knows what code red means?!
Lets just say at the end of the flight the woman and I embraced as we said goodbye, truly feeling like we were saying goodbye to a dear friend. We went through quite the experience together.
