Sunday 6/8/2008
As mentioned in my previous blog it sometimes takes an act of God to be granted permission into the stair wells. One place that I thought I would’ve had more trouble so far is at airports. Yet fortunately every airport that I’ve been to has had easily accessible stairs; every airport except Atlanta. After a long weekend in Vegas, I was connecting through Atlanta on my way to my current home in Milwaukee but little did I know that Milwaukee airport got buried yesterday with rain that turned the runways into giant slip and slides. So my connecting flight late Saturday night to Milwaukee was cancelled (3 hours after the fact) and I was stranded in Atlanta for the night. This morning everything seemed to be going pretty well considering I slept 4 hours last night in a crummy hotel (not my fault) and only 5 hours the night before from hanging out in Las Vegas at the
Tryst nightclub in the
Wynn Hotel (obviously my fault).
Everything was going well except that the main terminal and concourse C that I was flying out of are both only accessible by escalators or elevators. That’s right ladies and gentleman, no stairs. Now what? My commitment level was again being tested. Elevators are definitely not an option but for the last 3 months I’ve also never had to be on an escalator. But no stairs? A police officer, a security official, and a TSA agent shut me down and although I had arrived an hour before my 6 am flight with no luggage to check, time was running out to where I’d have to choose between the escalator or missing yet another flight home. But then I was passed off to a man with a smile, a man with a heart for the cause, and a man with a commitment to go beyond the call of his duty as an operations person. A man named Jerome Woodard. Him and his buddy Matthew Owens, who work for The City of Atlanta, are the two studs who helped me out this morning at the last minute. They were able to contact and convince Nate Crenshaw from
Atlanta Airlines Terminal Corporation to come and block off the escalator, shut it off just for me, let me climb up the 47 steps and then turn it back on! Yes. The tour continues! I was able to race to my gate just in the “Nate” of time to hear that my flight was delayed another hour and a half.
Who would’ve imagined that our society would’ve reached a point where we’d build buildings that only have elevators and escalators and that the one outsider causing all the ruckus is the person trying to take the stairs? A growing theme of this World Tour is how much HELP FROM OTHERS it is taking to reinforce my commitment to take the stairs. Everyday I’m met with new frustrations and obstacles but up to this point have always been rescued by some willing individual. Thank you City of Atlanta, and AATC. In the past 7 years I’ve lived in 12 different major cities, stayed in dozens of others, and met 10s of thousands of people and I can still say with certainty that people are good. People are kind. And people are willing to help you when you need it most.
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