Well I'm sitting in Georgetown Kentucky. For those of you who don't know me, right now there is more that probably do who read this than don't, I don't live here. My husband is working up here right now and I'm here visiting him. That's right, my husband and I have to schedule visits. This is not the way we like things but that is the way it is.
My trip here was something else I must say. We own a 1963 Greyhound 4106 bus and I decided I wanted to ride on one of the newer ones. Was that ever a mistake. Besides the cramped quarters and a very rude lady sitting in front of me, to say that Greyhound is no closer to being traveler friendly that it was the last time I rode on one of their buses is an understatement, and that has been some time ago. Take my advice, if you ever get feel you have a need to travel on one of those things, don't.
The flip side of that was I did meet some wonderful people during that trip. One in particular was a gentleman named Jim. I never did get his last name but I have to say that knights, even if they don't wear armor, still do exist. I hope he reached his destination quicker than I did and without any further obstacles that he had already, believe me he ran into more than his share and through no fault of his own although he was treated as if it were I know this because I was standing there when the young lady a the ticket counter in Nashville told him to get on what turned out to be the wrong bus.
This wasn't the only person that got stranded and this group of people were more than patient and polite with the staff and with one another. I was amazed at the way that so many people from different backgrounds came together to help one another and form a bond even if it was short lived. After I was rescued by my wonderful husband in the town of London, Kentucky and I was telling him about the whole experience did I realize that for a moment this group of people came together like the characters in my book and formed a make shift family. I pray that each and everyone one of them made it to the arms of their friends and loved ones.
The one cool thing that happened was I did end up sitting in the floor of the terminal in Nashville signing autographs. That was thanks to Jim because he had forgot his tablet and I had a copy of my book. I let him read it and it wasn't until later that he found out it was mine. I had only introduced myself as Cathy. He proceeded to tell anyone listening that he was traveling with an author and that is the reason for the signings. I'm not famous and don't know that I ever will be but it for that moment I was someone to ease the tension of a bad situation and that was pretty neat.
Just remember that no matter where you are or the situation you find yourself in be nice to the person next to you. They may be your knight, your court jester, your fair princess, or just maybe you'll make a friend for life that you will be forever grateful for.
If you're wondering if I considered myself the princess in this story. No that would be someone else. I was an observer more than anything else and I thank God for that moment. It renewed my faith in human kind.