Well, that was unfortunate.

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We made the flight, but barely, even though we were there three hours early. They wheeled me to a gate that was not ours, but the lady said she took us to the right gate. Not feeling right, my stepmom twice asked the gate agent if we were at the right place, and she said yes, our gate had just changed without us knowing. Thirty minutes til boarding a guy my dad is talking to tells us he really thinks they told us wrong. My dad gets up, walks and walks…and calls me to tell me to book it to such and such gate because they had been telling us wrong the whole time. No chance for a wheelchair. I limped as fast as my long legs could go. Diana, with short little legs, did double time. My dad met us half way, helped us with our bags, and we made it in time to board. The flight was smooth on takeoff and landing. So, what’s unfortunate? They LOST my dad’s breathing machine. Yes, his CPAP. He had it to bring as his carry on. He put it down to hand over his checked bag, and when he turned around it was gone. He asked what happened to it and they said they grabbed it and sent it along with his bag. He said, but there was no tag on it because it was my carry on. Too late now they said. Not surprisingly, it did not make it to baggage claim despite having his name on it. Once again, those morons grabbed it with no tag! He went to file a claim when we arrived in Virginia, but of course, they don’t know what happened to it. My dad has a great attitude about it. He didn’t get angry, didn’t get accusatory…poor guy just will have quite a week of interrupted sleep! Add him to the prayer list! I’m at the hotel sharing a room with Amyra, and we board in the morning. My sister said we should leave the hotel at 9am. We’re so close!