So, I had a day full of adventure. I was scheduled to head out to South Florida on a train that ended up being about 40 minutes late. The lady behind me, in line, ended up being my next door neighbor. Her name is Betty.
Within the first 5 minutes of talking to her, she knew I was pregnant and excited about it. She and I ended up talking about everything from her pregnancies to her best friend she was on her way to see. We shared thoughts and we shared snacks.
THEN… The train stopped and the power went out. Everybody started looking around, and after several minutes, a boisterous woman with tight curls and magenta lipstick came out to tell us there was a drawbridge in front of us that was stuck and that we couldn’t continue unless we wanted to fall into Okeechobee and be alligator food.
She sold most of us, and then a couple people translated to Creole and Spanish. It was going to be at LEAST 30 minutes until we got there, IF we started moving that instant. They were calling someone to go manually close the bridge.
To top it all off, it was raining.
I think we sat there somewhere around an hour and a half. It was long enough for them to bring us free snacks and waters, as well as bring on some police officers for anyone that “had a problem.” I might not have been doing anything wrong but to turn around and see 5 police officers in the back, it didn’t put my mind at ease.
Betty and I sat there and ate cheese and crackers while she tried to get her friend to answer her cell phone so she could let her know what was going on.
I really wish Betty the best. She is a kind woman and I’m grateful to have gotten to meet her and share that time with her. Thanks for being you, Betty. 🙂