I am standing at the baggage claim carousel at Sacramento Airport. I don’t know whether to be hopeful or realistic. Did my suitcase–which had my car keys in it–make it?
If you read theprevious post, you know the story.
I have a black suitcase, like 90% of everybody else. To make it easier to find, I put blue painters tape on both handles.
I am waiting–waiting–waiting…
There it is! Hooray! My suitcase. A big Attaboy to US Airways. They got my suitcase off the airplane in Phoenix, and put it on the Sacramento-bound flight within about a 10 minute window. Thanks guys.
Credit to where credit is due.
I made it home, 2.5 hour drive, alive and well. Thank you, Jesus. I did stop 7 times to nap for 15-20 minutes each time.
I have good angels and a Great God.