In the mid -1970’s while in college, I managed a funk band called ESP, Extra Slick People. These guys were good. They were a combination of Jimi Hendrix, Smokey Robinson, and Earth, Wind and Fire.
I am early twenties. I got a band in my back pocket. It’s a chick magnet. I had it going on.
My worst travel nightmare came when I was on the road by Greyhound setting dates for the band. My first stop was South Bend in Indiana and Notre Dame. While there, a close friend went through an emergency and I committed the money for my trip to helping out.
There was no way I could know it but I am about to meet two personal angels. We are truly never alone.
I had my ticket to Chicago where my partner was to pick me up. On the bus, I met a young woman who after our hearing my story felt compelled to give me money.
When I got to Chicago, I used to money to make the call and the phone took all the money without getting my call through. I found the girl again and she looked at me with love in her face and she gave me money again.
Again the phone eats the money and I am in Chicago with no money. My business partner has not shown up because he does not know I am there yet. I am now irritated but it is no big deal because I am alive, healthy, and on a planet with which I am familiar.
I thought I had it bad until a young brother from France rolls in to tell me his sad story. Where he has been staying, he has been mugged and had his money and documents stolen.
I let my tragedy go and get into a deep empathy with him and for him. After we talked, we came up with some ways to work out his situation. An hour later, he has a few hundred dollars and of course he loves me by now and left me with some money.
I am back to the phone again. This time, I get my call through. My business partner is on the way. And the phone when I hang up makes me feel I am in Vegas. So much money fell out of the phone, I was embarrassed. I had walked in broke, busted and disgusted. I walked out with enough money to go out for an evening in Chicago.
This was a travel nightmare but my karma had followed me. Two angels had showed up I would never see again. I had helped out a friend in South Bend and people I did not know plus a crazy phone showed me much love in Chicago.
I probably could have told you about the time I was stuck at Frankfurt, Germany’s International Airport. I had arrived less than one hour before my international flight to London was supposed to depart. I will tell you that one next time or maybe my time in the Bahamas with $10 in my pocket.