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My husband took me to the airport in England, and that day there had been a major accident on the M25.   The motorway that takes you around London so even though we had allowed an hour to get to the airport and 3 hours in the airport.  I was so worried I wouldn’t make it.

We finally got off the motorway and I got out a map, remember this was 1988, and no G.P.S. system.  We detoured through towns and the time for my flight was getting closer.

 We got to the airport within minutes of my flight leaving.  I ran to the counter and they told me the gate number and run as fast as I could.  I didn’t really get a chance to say ‘Goodbye’ to my husband, as I think I would have broken a World record, to ensure I made the flight.

They held the doors for me and one out of breathe lady got on the plane to bring her to America.