Down he Went

I went to Charlotte, NC this week for work and I had to connect in Dallas. Due to bad weather in Dallas the flight had been diverted to Austin and then back to Dallas when the weather cleared. I was desperately trying to make my flight to get to Charlotte so when we landed I was hustling up the jet bridge to find out if my flight had left yet or not. While walking at a brisk pace up the jet bridge I passed this old guy...probably around 75 years old. Well I thought I gave enough room to get by him but apparently not. He tripped over my shoe and down he went. I didn't even notice and kept going until I heard the very loud "THUD". I turned around and asked someone next to me if I had tripped him and they said yes I did. I felt awful. All the blood drained from my face and my heart started pounding for fear he could be really hurt. I ran back to him and couldn't pick him up on my own so two other men had to help me get him up on his feet. Once he was up I started apologizing profusely...and I mean profusely. I walked him up the jet bridge to make sure he was OK...all thoughts about my connecting flight had left my mind. When we got to the top I asked again if he was alright and he replied "yes I am, but getting old sucks". We parted ways and I sped off to look at the monitors. My flight had left. My punishment for not paying attention and knocking this guy down. So I spent the night in Dallas and took the early flight to Charlotte.

Charlotte by the way is a beautiful city. My colleagues and I had dinner at another colleagues house and it was amazing. Huge house, tons of land, no smog, great weather. I liked it there.

BOB