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It’s about time to turn in and I called Marilyn to tell her not to call me before the designated hour. This girl raises with the sun and I sleep until noon. She agrees and calls 2 minutes before the assigned hour.
Arrived at the airport and found a porter that appeared strong enough to handle my 2 large suitcases and 2 large boxes. I felt sorry for the dear soul but he pushed on through until I was placed in line to wait. Pushing two carts was difficult but a delight because I was doing something good for the country I loved. My turn at the desk came quickly and I presented my papers. After lifting two suitcases and asking for someone to lift the boxes (each weighed 70lbs), I was told that there was an embargo restriction during the holidays. That means, nothing besides your luggage can be carried. With a flash, the lady like look and manners flew out the revolving doors of Hartsfield Atlanta Airport and out of my mouth flew, “Ah, hell no” with one hand in the air and the other on my hip.
After asking for the baggage manager and arguing why I was not told this after at least 10 calls to the airport to include the baggage department, he informed me that this information is on Delta’s website. Pulling myself together and returning to the dignified lady that I am, I replied “Sir, you assume I have access to a computer and in this case, you assume too much”. There was not a break in his armor and I resorted to pulling out the girls. Tossing my very large hair back from my face, tilting my head ever so slightly to one side, putting one hand behind my back and breathing in deeply (sticking the girls forward), then ever so slowly breath out, biting my lower lip and allowing my eyes to water (which is honestly how I felt), I told him of the long journey in getting the Jamaican Ministry of Finance to approve these donations and how the girls are expecting these gifts. He left me for a moment to check the space on the plane. He returned to announce that he would allow my boxes for the usual $50 a piece. I jumped up and down, clapped my hands and hugged this man until he hugged me back. I realize now that all that flexing for effect caused fewer stirs in this man than the honest hug that I gave him and the kiss on his cheek, and the pray that I sent up. My apologies to God for thinking I could do anything without him made, my boxes and I were off to Jamaica and I felt proud and blessed.
I wont go over the same ground that Nappi and Marilyn covered, but I wanted to post two sets of pictures. The Windsor Girls Home and the Villa are the only pictures that I took.
Arrived at the airport and found a porter that appeared strong enough to handle my 2 large suitcases and 2 large boxes. I felt sorry for the dear soul but he pushed on through until I was placed in line to wait. Pushing two carts was difficult but a delight because I was doing something good for the country I loved. My turn at the desk came quickly and I presented my papers. After lifting two suitcases and asking for someone to lift the boxes (each weighed 70lbs), I was told that there was an embargo restriction during the holidays. That means, nothing besides your luggage can be carried. With a flash, the lady like look and manners flew out the revolving doors of Hartsfield Atlanta Airport and out of my mouth flew, “Ah, hell no” with one hand in the air and the other on my hip.
After asking for the baggage manager and arguing why I was not told this after at least 10 calls to the airport to include the baggage department, he informed me that this information is on Delta’s website. Pulling myself together and returning to the dignified lady that I am, I replied “Sir, you assume I have access to a computer and in this case, you assume too much”. There was not a break in his armor and I resorted to pulling out the girls. Tossing my very large hair back from my face, tilting my head ever so slightly to one side, putting one hand behind my back and breathing in deeply (sticking the girls forward), then ever so slowly breath out, biting my lower lip and allowing my eyes to water (which is honestly how I felt), I told him of the long journey in getting the Jamaican Ministry of Finance to approve these donations and how the girls are expecting these gifts. He left me for a moment to check the space on the plane. He returned to announce that he would allow my boxes for the usual $50 a piece. I jumped up and down, clapped my hands and hugged this man until he hugged me back. I realize now that all that flexing for effect caused fewer stirs in this man than the honest hug that I gave him and the kiss on his cheek, and the pray that I sent up. My apologies to God for thinking I could do anything without him made, my boxes and I were off to Jamaica and I felt proud and blessed.
I wont go over the same ground that Nappi and Marilyn covered, but I wanted to post two sets of pictures. The Windsor Girls Home and the Villa are the only pictures that I took.
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