An airport experience (a story about patience, generosity and friendship)

 A couple of weeks ago I was heading home for Norway and my best friends wedding. Yeah, my two best friends were getting married, and I went on a weekend trip to do my duty as the best man, to play in the wedding party band, and to celebrate love. That’s a story on it’s own, but the story I want to share is what happened on my way to Norway from Atlanta. My trip was scheduled in the middle of the first of two “snowcapolypses” in Atlanta, now known as “the days Atlanta stood still because of two inches of snow”. As a Norwegian used to a lot worse weather and a local government that have more experience with handling it, I found the whole thing quite fascinating. But when I came to the airport, and had to wait in check-in-lines and security lines for hours and hours and saw that 80 % of all flights from ATL were cancelled because of lack of personnel, I saw some of the impact the weather had.  (Not to mention all the people that was stuck on the interstates, at schools or at work, and all the people experiencing homelessness that had an even worse week than usual). But in all this tragic and frustrating context, I experienced love and joy. I got delayed by a day, but I’m so glad that I got to experience that extra day (and night) at the airport.