Sometimes it’s the detours that remind us Who forms man’s footsteps and watches over His nation
Iwas traveling from New York to Mexico City for a business trip. I missed my early-morning flight, but was able to get onto the next flight. There was a catch, though — two of them — stopovers in Dallas and San Antonio, Texas. With no alternative, I got on the flight.
I landed in San Antonio later that evening with time to spare until my connecting flight to Mexico. After strolling through the airport and picking up a snack, I figured I’d head for the gate. But I wasn’t sure where it was, so I asked a police officer for directions.
He stared at me suspiciously. “Do you have identification?”
Confused, I handed him my passport. He stared at the passport, looked back at me and then at the passport again.
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