I left the house at 5 this evening for the airport.
I discovered my plane was delayed.
And delayed further.
I checked on my connecting flight.
Both flights were consistently being pushed further back. Atlanta was having some sort of inclement weather.
At last check, I would arrive in Atlanta at 12:47 and my connecting flight would leave at 1:48. I would arrive in D.C. at 3:30am.
I called my (ever so sweet and kind) contact at the National CDF office. And she was so kind and said it was up to me. 3:30 is pretty late and she would understand if I sat it out.
But I thought about the day ahead of me, the march from Union Square to the Capitol. Speaking at the rally. Meeting with legislators. Me! Meeting with legislators. And I decided to hop on the plane and take my chances. I figured I'd never regret giving it a shot, but if I had decided to stay home, I would have always wondered what it would have been like.
We finally boarded the plane, at about 9:45.
We arrived in Atlanta at 12:48.
I check connections. My plane was gone. The other flight to D.C. was canceled. No other flights through the airline were going to D.C. until 4pm tomorrow, which is technically TODAY as I type this.
So I'm sitting in an airport in Atlanta, blogging and waiting for my flight home to Houston in the morning. 2.5 hours down, 5 hours to go.
I still don't regret getting on that plane, because if I hadn't, I always would have wondered. But, am I ever bummed that I won't be in D.C. today raising my voice alongside so many others, all calling out for the same thing, healthcare for the children...your children...my children...ALL children, because the sound of those voices is going to be so very beautiful.