Not long ago, my flight home got delayed. Anticipating the long waiting time, we decided to check out the airport lounge. We had two priority passes, enough for two out of our family of four to go in. That… wasn’t enough, but better than all four of us doing nothing for the next few hours.
Then, out of nowhere, a stranger behind us produced two priority passes. He used one for himself, and offered the other card for us, allowing three out of four to enter. His card also allowed guests to enter the lounge for a decent fee. So, do we pay the fee and have all of us enter the lounge together? Or do one of us just take the hit and wander outside alone?
We chose to pay the fee, which turned out to an excellent decision, because our flight was further delayed. Now, instead of anxiously waiting for the plane to finally resolve its technical problems, we didn’t mind extra delays (too much) while we enjoyed food, wi-fi, and showers.
At one point, I could have said that “Our flight was delayed, but I’ve never felt so fresh going up the plane”, but just as we were about to enter the gate to our flight, we found out that the plane had been delayed by another hour. We decided to go in, even though those who entered were not allowed to come out again. That means the poor souls inside could have been trapped for hours.
In the end, we were delayed by 4.5 hours. Yet, because of one man’s kindness, an otherwise agonising wait became a luxurious rest at the end of a long holiday. It could be a nice coincidence, but I like to think that God’s been watching out for us.