We don't always know

what is best for us.

My brother was on stand by for a flight home for almost a full day. My hopes rose and were subsequently dashed each time he called to say he didn't make the next flight. I was very anxious and frustrated. I'm sure he was very anxious and frustrated too, but you would never be able to tell. He is cool as a cucumber. I was so certain he would make the 11:00 flight. He didn't. Thank goodness. That 11:00 flight didn't make it to Tulsa until 8:45. It went back and forth to Dallas--twice.

Jonathan made it on the 4:15 flight. He got to sit in first class. He got to Tulsa in 36 minutes.