Heading to New York to help in the Covid-crisis definitely felt like a calling of mine. However, it didn’t ever feel real or that it was going to happen until I actually got on the plane. Even driving to the airport didn’t feel real. When I was saying my goodbyes to the family and Kruise started to cry, it started to feel more real and scary. The Airport was a breeze! No lines and very few people. My first flight to ALT was almost empty. The flight from ATL-NYC was much busier but everyone still have at least one seat in-between them. On my flight there were members of a task force from fire departments around Atlanta. I had a good conversation with a couple of them. The attitude to Run to danger to help is so much in the nature of a firefighter.
When I arrived to my apartment it was 12:05am and I wasn’t listed to check in until 7am the next morning. My company was scrambling to fix it and the poor security officer that was helping felt like it was his fault, but it seemed as if I was going to have to sleep in the lobby and 8 hours on a plane. The security officer got an idea at about 115am to go check a room that he was pretty sure was empty, he came back down and told me I could stay the night there and then I could just check in the following morning. It all worked out and I actually kept the same room that he put me in. The apartment is very nice with my own little kitchen.
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