An adventure in The Big Apple

Originally appeared on spirituality.com.

As the flight attendant listed off information about various connecting flights, I sat frozen in my seat on the edge of pure panic. I’d never felt so lost.

The day had started out great. Here I was, 21 years old with a fantastic new boyfriend (my future husband), heading out to New York City to meet my parents on a vacation they were paying for. We had theater tickets to all of the best shows, including, of course,Cats, third row seats to Shirley Valentine, and a chance to see Baryshnikov in Metamorphosis. My older sister was on her way home from a tour with Showboat in Egypt and would be meeting us in New York for a long-overdue visit. Life was fantastic!

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