You knew that already

“Ok, so you’ve missed your flight.” 

“Huh?, how? It doesn’t leave for another twenty five minutes.”

“Yes, but check-in is one hour before departure.”

“Doesn’t that only apply if I’m checking a bag?”

“We can try, but the gate closes 15 minutes before departure, you have 10 minutes.” 

I get my ticket and speed off to the security line. 

“Which line is quicker, Clear or Precheck?” 

“They’re both down to the right, so you can see for yourself and decide.” 

I’m hustling down. 

There are about fifteen people ahead of me, more than enough for me to miss my flight. 

I’m going to have to ask..

But I can’t ask each passenger individually, there isn’t enough time. 

How do I respect everyone, and still move down the line quick enough?

I’m going to have to use my voice..

“Excuse me, my flight leaves in 10 minutes, do you mind if I skip ahead?” 

“Sure, sure, go right ahead.” 

“Excuse me, my flight leaves in 10 minutes, do you mind if I skip ahead?” 

“I don’t mind at all, good luck”

Hustling down the line, making eye contact, asking individuals, while saying it loud enough for nearby passengers to hear. 

Whew!

I’ve made it to the TSA Agent.

“Excuse me, my flight leaves in 10 minutes, do you mind if I skip ahead?” 

“You’ll have to ask a manager”

As he peaks his head up looking to see if he can find one. 

Uuuughhhh…

Thinking to myself…

There’s no way I’ll make it if he calls a manager, we wait for a manager, and then I explain my story again. 

In a split second my mind drifts to how sad the lack of empowerment is within certain organizations. 

The inability to make decisions. 

I’ve asked every passenger ahead of me and no one has opposed.

Please man..

He must’ve heard my mind, or maybe he read The Daily Tithe. 

He reached out his hand and checked me in. 

Whew!

One more obstacle before I’m free to run to my gate. 

I’m at the scanners. 

There is another group of people ahead of me.

“Excuse me, my flight leaves in 10 minutes, do you mind if I skip ahead?” 

Everyone steps back and invites me ahead. 

One woman even calls her husband back..

“let this gentleman go first..”

I’m clear. 

Four minutes left. 

I’m hustling. 

It’s hot.

I’m sweating. 

I’m anxious. 

And then..

As I sit in my seat..

I think..

It’s true…

You reap what you sow.