My brother decided about five years ago to leave our family and move to Sacramento to go to college. Two and a half years later it was time for him to graduate and time for us to fly up to see it. Airline tickets were bought and hotel reservations were made, we were ready to go.

The morning of, my mother called the car rental place to make sure that a car would be there, waiting for us. The lady on the phone told my mom that she had us scheduled to arrive at nine o’clock pm. This posed a huge problem considering that the graduation was a three.

After my mom hung up the phone she called the airline to check the flight. She found out that when she asked for an early morning flight the person who helped us put us on a nine o’clock flight thinking that it was in the morning, but he failed to notice the pm attached to the time. So off we went dodging the

went to the rental car place to figure out what to do. There, my parents begged the lady at the desk to let them know of any alternate route, but she said there was none. They came away upset and sad that they were going to miss their eldest child graduation when my aunt chimed in with heroic news that would save the day. She had asked a maintenance man in the car lot if there was another way out and he told her of an old dirt road that was made for police or fire truck access. So we drove the minivan over the worn down, and bumpy dirt road through fields of weeds and finally made it to the graduation. We sank into the seats with relief just in time to see Michael get his diploma.

cars of the morning rush hour traffic to make it to the airport on time. My other brother, Rob, was going to meet us

After all this chaos the rest of the weekend went like a breeze. What were we thinking that it might all be over? After everyone headed home and we started to wind down from the exhausting weekend my brother calls on Monday morning to let us know that when he went over to the auto body shop that he could not find his car; it had been stolen.

We arrived only to find Rob waiting there for us ready to go, it was an enormous relief. So we boarded the plane anticipating all the relaxation that could be accomplished on the hour and a half flight to Sacramento. The ride was calming and peaceful for all about an hour until the captain came on the intercom and ann

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