A couple of \"mild\" ones, I guess.
First off, my wife and I went to high school together. I had a crush on her, but never got the nerve to talk to her.
12 years later we met again...and got married.
Then, we were pregnant. I had to fly to Chicago for work, and it was about three weeks before the due date. I spoke to a Dr. friend of mine..
\'No worries. Three weeks to go, and most first babies are a little late--you\'re covered\".
My mom said, \"There\'s a full moon that weekend. You\'d better be ready to come home\".
Needless to say, my wife went into labor while I was in Chicago--around midnight.
No flights until 6am. So, I manage to get the last seat on a 6am flight to Atlanta.
We landed in Atlanta, and a lady in the isle next to me heard me talkin about the impending birth with my sister-n-law and how I may not make the birth.
The lady cleared the way off the plane by screaming, \"His wife is in labor!\".
So, I run through the Atlanta airport, get to the luggage carousel. One guy is standing there.
\"You\'re wife is pregnant\".
\"Yes\", I said.
No sooner than I said it, the first piece of luggage came off the rack (that NEVER happens--there\'s always a wait). The guy looks at me (we\'re still the only two people at the carousel) and says,
\"I\'ll be damned, that\'s my bag\".
My heart fell a bit, as I just knew I was in for a wait...I contemplated just leaving and coming back. The next bag emerged.
It was mine.
I made it to the birth of my first and only daughter with about 15 minutes to spare.
Not much of one, I know. But it was a really important one.
