So I felt comfortable enough to trust him- two return missionaries just trying to get home! So we went and spoke with some travel agent peeps and finally they told us they could get us onto a flight from D.C. to Atlanta and then we could go from Atlanta to Utah. It looked promising, so we jumped on it!
Fast Forward a couple hours: We land in Atlanta, unboard, and then go look at the numbers for the flight from Atlanta to Utah. The numbers looked very bleak! There were about 91 people that were waiting to do stand-by from Atlanta to Utah. NINETY-ONE!! Are you serious?! So we hear this and our hearts sink about 2.4 inches. Now what?!
So we sat in the chairs and just contemplated. We started talking to this woman named Glady's, who is originally from Honduras, and her son Jimmy. Apparently they were trying to get back to Alaska, but were seasoned veterans in the Buddy Pass Department. They had been stuck in Atlanta so many times that they knew their favorite cheap hotel and they were on their way to go there for the night! (At this point there was no hope to get a flight out that night... we would wait until the morning!)
As Glady's and Jimmy get up to go, I asked if I could follow them and get on the same shuttle to the same hotel. They of course said yes, and Jordan said he would come along to keep me company. (Remember people: I felt comfortable in this situation. I, the queen of paranoia, or Paranoid Polly as Andy calls me, felt comfortable to go with these people. So I went.)
On the shuttle over there, we got to know Glady's and Jimmy and they were such sweet people! The Shuttle driver was a fantastic man who was trying to flirt with me and was convinced that I would be the President of the United States. Apparently he didn't know that I know little to nothing about Politics... too bad! So as we were driving over, Glady's asked Jordan and I if we just wanted to share a room with her and her son. It would save us some money and... yup. That was the only perk in this situation!
I jumped on that again! (I don't know what had gotten into me... maybe it was still my friendly missionary skills). I'm assuming that there are some of you that would read this part and just think that I was crazy. I'm sure there are some of you that would rather sleep in the corner of the Atlanta Airport then share a room with 3 complete strangers. I think in any other situation, I would have one of those attitudes. But for some reason, this was not one of those times!
We check in to this beauty:
Jordan showered, Jimmy and Glady's booked a flight for the next day as well and by that point it was about 1:30 in the AM. We had to get up in about 4 1/2 hours- Tough. Luckily, Glady's suggested I sleep in the same bed as her and that Jordan and Jimmy slept in the same bed. (I'm sure that was more uncomfortable for the two boys than it was for me!)
Everyone had climbed into bed and I spent a couple minutes on blessed Facebook to broadcast to everyone where I was, what I was doing, and who I was about to sleep with! I got some great comments back from friends and then I decided I should go to bed. I turned off my computer and slowly slid between the cold sheets of the Atlanta EconoLodge. I lay there in bed staring at the ceiling and laughing so hard inside about my situation! I would try to fall asleep but then I would envision my sleeping next to Glady's and then I would wake up. I would look over and Glady's face was about 3 inches away from me. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect! I'm in bed with a 50 year old woman from Honduras! Blessed Day! hahahahahaha. I cannot believe this is happening to me!" All of this just kept running through my head. So great!
4 1/2 hours flew by and before I knew it, it was time to get up to get us to the airport. We were all getting ready together- talking very minimally, I'm sure!
I truly do believe that I was placed in the paths of these people for my safety and well being. I never once felt nervous and I actually felt quite peaceful. The next morning as I was packing my stuff, I decided to read out of my "pass-a-long" Book of Mormon. As I was reading, I got the strongest impression that I needed to give it to Gladys and Jimmy. So I wrote my testimony in it, gave them some passages to read, and then I started to explain it to them, there in our joint room at the Econo Lodge. Both of them said they have friends that are LDS, and that missionaries had actually come to Glady's door but they didn't speak Spanish so nothing came of it but that she was always interested in what they had to say! Anyways, we had a great discussion about the Book fo Mormon and Jimmy seemed really excited about it.
Now if anything came of me giving them a Book of Mormon, I don't know. I didn't know how to reach them. But I believe that I went through this "Great" ordeal to be placed in the path of Jimmy and Gladys to give them a Book of Mormon. I know that God works in very mysterious ways, and I guess that way was for me to end up stuck in airports and sharing an Econo Lodge Guest Room with 3 wonderful strangers!
I will never forget my Honduran "Mother" that helped me feel comfortable to sleep in the same bed as her when I was all alone in a scary town! :)