A Minor Miracle

This past Thursday (October 30th), I decided to be spontaneous and book a flight to see Katie this coming weekend. Given some recent developments, I had to go see her. Side note: if anyone from the Menifee School District is reading this, which I doubt, you are bad people. Given your actions, I would not feel comfortable sending my child to any of your schools. Anyway, back to the point at hand. I jumped onto Southwest.com to look at prices. This was the first part of the miracle. I found a flight for this weekend under $200. I couldn’t believe it. If memory serves me correctly, the price of flights increase exponentially the closer the flight gets. I booked this flight 8 days out and got Southwest’s lowest price. Maybe the people at Southwest are just good people, or maybe I got lucky with the fares, either way, it was a miracle to get that price.

Now comes the second part of this minor miracle. This Saturday I had been planning on seeing a concert with my buddy Ky. We were pretty excited about this show. It featured Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest, one of the greatest REAL hip-hop acts of all time. We were supposed to see A Tribe Called Quest perform earlier this summer at the Rock the Bells tour, but they cancelled last minute because another emcee from the group, Phife Dawg, was suffering complications from his diabetes. So this weekend’s show was going to slightly redeem last summer’s mishap. In addition to Q-Tip, the show featured the Cool Kids, a hot up-and-coming hipster rap group. We were fortunate to see the Cool Kids and Rock the Bells and they tore it up. They performed on one of the side stages, so they had a smaller set, but still were hot fire. So this Saturday’s show was going to be awesome. But once I made the decision to go see Katie, I was presented with a dilemma. Visiting Katie took priority over the show, regardless of how good it was going to be. However, I still had an extra ticket and felt bad for bailing on Ky. We spent about a half hour texting in an attempt to figure out what to do about the tickets. Literally within seconds of reaching a final solution, I received an email informing me the concert had been cancelled and I would receive a full refund for the tickets. I read the email several times just to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. After confirming that it wasn’t a trick, it became obvious that God wanted me to go see Katie this weekend. There is no other explanation for the way things worked out so perfectly. I believe in miracles, but I don’t think I have ever experienced one so obviously. All this got me thinking, maybe I will try to visit Katie on short notice more often…