The fire alarm at my hotel got us ALL up at 4:45am.
I learned some things about myself and others this fine morning — some good, some bad.
And here we go:
I didn’t jump up and run out of my room. I called downstairs, asked the nice couple meerkatting out their door (like me) if they knew what was up and THEN got fully dressed & hit the stairs.
In the stairwell around floor six, a nice dude who works at the hotel said that all was well. Even the overhead announcement said so. But I’m from East Cleveland. The street out front would tell me I was safe. #OnlyTheStreet
I got to the lobby fully dressed with my packed carry-on duffle and everything I needed to fly home. My co-worker was in his robe.
The lobby was a case study in humanity. Some folks were quiet. Some were obviously nervous. Some were still asleep. But the ones that stood out were the irate and vocal.
Some people are those folks.
Don’t be those folks.
You never really know what you would do if facing a 🔥 or some other “get out quick” scenario. But I learned today that I don’t care about any of my stuff. Lol! I told y’all I grabbed by carry-on, but only because my ID was in it.
We’ve gotta travel light in this life guys. We’re meant to fly, not just trudge along.
On the elevator back up, when we all knew we were safe (Glory be!😃) folks we’re still grousing about being inconvenienced. I said simply this: “But were all alive & that’s a blessing.”
You want to be the one who can let crappy stuff go. I promise you do.
Oh and I am fine. The hotel was not on fire so all is well.
Truth be told, even if it was: all is well. 😘