Misfortune: The suitcase containing my CDs was lost by Northwest Airlines on the way to Grand Forks, North Dakota Saturday.
Fortunate: The suitcase containing my clothes and Compassion child sponsorship packets made it.
Misfortune: My cold transformed into something evil, something flu-ish by show time Saturday night at the University of North Dakota.
Fortunate: I was groggy, boring and borderline incoherent in front of only the 21 students on campus with nothing better to do on a Saturday night than come to my concert.
Misfortune: Only 21 students had nothing better to do Saturday night than come to my concert.
Fortunate: 5 of them sponsored kids. That’s 25%! College students did that – amazing college students (with no social lives) at the University of North Dakota. Way to go
Misfortune: My Mac power cord melted in two while I was attempting to broadcast my show live for the first time.
Fortunate: Beth (this weekend’s promoter and “Grovesfan” here in the comments) has a very handy husband who soldered the sucker back together again so we could broadcast successfully Sunday night. Thanks, Scott.
Misfortune: My wife Becky got the smackdown from the flu Saturday.
Fortunate: Brother-in-law of the year, Brian Seay, took care of the kids so she could rest. Thanks, Brian.
Misfortune: This morning, February 25th, I discovered that my flight home was somehow misbooked for March 25th.
Fortunate: Mike, at Northwest in Grand Forks felt sorry for me and flu-beaten Becky and booked me a flight to Minneapolis.
Misfortune: I had to fly standby from Minneapolis to Nashville so the odds of me getting home today were very slim.
Fortunate: The first flight I tried to fly standby on was so delayed that some passengers threw fits and got themselves moved to other airlines. Which made room for me on the plane. I got home one month and two hours earlier than originally planned.
Misfortune: I was away from my wife and kids for two days just after being away from them for eight days. I missed them badly. Or is it well? I missed them well and it felt bad. How’s that?
Fortunate: 72 kids were sponsored this weekend (Thanks, Hope Covenant Church) and I made it home safely. It was warm enough to take the kids to jump on Redneck Neighbor’s trampoline this afternoon and I had cash enough for dinner out at Chick-fil-A. And as soon as this post is done I’m having some of Redneck Neighbor’s wife’s amazing banana pudding…if I’m still awake.
It’s good to be home.
Until next weekend.