posted on Dec, 11 2007 @ 11:28 AM
This is the most incredible story I have ever heard, more like the most ironic story ever told...
OK as some of you know my son was coming home for Cyannes dec. 9th one year anniversary, he left last thursday from S.F. cal. area and was riding in
on the storms that swept off the coast line headed east. In the meantime we here in mo. were gearing up for the possibility of another devastating Ice
Storm that would rival last years horrific one that left us without power for 10 days.
I felt so much relief that he would be here to help me out as it is not only dangerous but difficult in duty such as hauling water, bringing in wood
from frozen slick icy ground, not to mention a million other chores that you must do to eat and survive with diligence as things like house fires are
very possible when it is sooo cold outside and the wood stove is working over time.
OK now Ryan heads for and into the colorado region as storms take over with a vengence that leave him stranded on the side of the road in his bus
filled to capacity with over 60 people. This was bad but nothing compared to what was ahead for my poor son, looking forward to home coming after 3
years away, and all the known comforts like the iced christmas cookies warm from the oven, the laughter and games, music and of course the home cooked
meals only I have the ability to prepare him, (Mom thing) The Hanging of the star on the tree, all things warm and fuzzy...
NO way, not getting off so easy.
NOw because of the stranded on the side of the road he has lost 4 connections that could have placed him safely at home on last Saturday night,
No way not getting off that easy. ( sometimes I think I was adopted out from the murphy's)
Well if you happened to catch that TV interview about the extremely poor conditions of the freezing cold bus stop in Amarillo Texas where entire
families were stranded, with out even the most basic of needs like food or warmth or blankets, laying children around with no blankets on concrete
floors in a bus terminal, no courtesy phones or hot drinks or food provided by the Grey Hound Bus terminal? Is this America???
NO way not getting off that easy!
My son paid all of his life savings to catch a bus, 240 for the bus, and 6 days worth of vending machine filler (frankenfoods) He though t he was
going to arrive with 125 dollars or so to treat his little bros when he arrived...
No way not getting off that easy!
He ends up stranded in the bus terminal( Appropriate name) and then gets carted off with the other 60 passengers to a safe place to weather the
storm...
No way not getting off that easy...
It turns out to be a concentration camp style bunker building that he said already housed around 200 indigent people. BRIGHT lights, loud yelping
kids,
No TV or radio... NO computer???? He asks for a phone to call home...
No way not getting off that easy!
So off he 'escapes' back to the 'terminal' Word for our gathering stations here in America that seem doomed to become terminal at some point for
real.
Is down to the last of his coins to call home with an SOS!
No way not getting off that easy.
I am broke, no one to ask for money, cannot get through the storm anyway to go get him...
Never under estimate a desperate MOM!
I call and BEG for a flight, and after a very strong prayer I find that one airline says if he could get to Dallas from Amarillo he could get a flight
for 121.00! BINGO! This is possible! Tears of gratitude...
Not getting off that easy? Nope...
He has 1 minute the only bus is leaving NOW! (Fly's through the terminal)
Makes the bus, he has plenty of time to get to the airport before his 8am departure...
You guessed it...
No way...
Not getting off that easy...
The bus encounters the worst part of the incoming storm and fog begins to descend on the band that covers from where he is to where I am and down to
the route 6 hours away where we have to travel to pick him up at the airport. Icy road conditions and flurries...
A break happens in the storm here at my house and with it the news that his flight is CANCELED!!!
Good thing because the bus was also limping along so slow, he could have never made his NON refundable flight at 8am...
NOw all I know is that my ex husband is exhausted from the craziness of this whole ordeal where he trudged through the dangerous and thick iced
roads, to get to the town 50 south of us and waited 12 hours as my sons buses kept saying delayed until...
!2 hours yould think that he would be rewarded by seeing his step sons weary road traveled face and deliver him to his unexcited little bros and his
stressed out (but loving) Mom???
No way not getting off that easy.
The ex we will not care about in this rant... (heheh,)
So yesterday am I get a frantic call from my Grandma, my 92 year old Grandpa has fallen on the ice and broken his leg clean in half one inch below his
very bad knee!!!
Leave the family to rush to hospital, I will not go into this right now as I just got my eyes open after the last bout of tears and crying.
And as far as I know my ex is at the airport in Arkansas, my son is in Dallas ready to jump on a plane and should be home by 3 or 4 in the am...
Crazy Huh???
NO WAY YOU ARE NOT GETTING OFF THAT EASY!
I will be back to let you all know just how this all turns out...
And those of you that are my chat buddies, I will check in and have my son also give you a shout out when he arrives...