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After what seems like eons, I get the alert: b”H, my daughter’s flight has landed safely at Newark International Airport.

Despite her fatigue, my daughter reports to her new job and spends the entire day at work, learning the ropes. At the end of a long and hectic first day, she fills me in on the final details of her journey:


B’chasdei Hashem, she and the other 20 or so ravenous travelers who had ordered kosher meals for the canceled flight are pleasantly surprised and relieved to receive them on both legs of their new flight. The airline also provides food vouchers for the passengers to use at the airport. My daughter buys a drink and an apple and, not finding any other kosher food to purchase, decides to pay for the drink of the next person in line. The woman behind her just so happens to be her stewardess for the final flight of the never-ending trip. Surprise! She insists on seating my daughter in first class! So, after all the trials and travails of the past thirty-six hours in transit, my daughter ultimately arrives in style.

As for the rest of us, there is a miniscule chance that we will see it in our benevolent hearts to forgive her…eventually.