“Do NOT go to
If we read our trip fortune before October Holidays, it might’ve said something like that.
We had booked our expensive trip to
avail. At 2am, we went to sleep in frustration; amazingly not in an argument.
At 6am, we got up to tell the driver he did not have to drive us to the airport, and then called our ayi in case she knew where it was. “It’s in the corner table,” she said. I excitedly flipped through the mess of paper and receipts, but only found Kyle’s old passport.
We went back to sleep, accepting the fact that we were going to miss our flight. A few hours later, I was at the computer wasting time. It was the beginning of October
Turns out Mae-Ling had hidden his passport when, a week earlier, we had our weekend getaway, because she wanted his passport accessible – outside of the safe – if anything had happened to us. Unfortunately, she had forgotten she had done this. And in our house search, I had looked in the drawer but missed it.
What’s passed is passed. We looked forward and started re-planning our trip. Mae-Ling rebooked us onto a 6pm flight to HK, and the flight to
On the ride to the airport, Mae-Ling suddenly realized that we hadn’t packed Kyle’s asthma inhaler. Now, not only did we have to get to her Aunt Rose’s apartment late at night, but we also had to stop by the hospital to get his medicine. And I learned, Aunt Rose had her daughter’s dog in the apartment; both Kyle and I are allergic to dogs.
We got to the airport plenty early, stood patiently in the HUGE Dragon Air line, were pulled out because of Kyle to a much shorter line, checked in without having to pay the penalty, and made it through relatively short Customs and security lines. Our flight was only delayed 15 minutes.
Things were looking up.
We walked the length of the Pudong airport to go the Singapore Airlines lounge, but our UA/Star Alliance Red Carpet card wasn’t accepted. I was pissed. We walked all the way back to where we started for the ANA/United lounge, but sorry, UA’s Red Carpet doesn’t work here either. I was REALLY pissed. I really hate United. It took me two beers at the coffee shop to somewhat calm down.
Since our flight looked delayed – the time said TBD on the flight board, we sat down at an empty gate. I watched FIFA soccer, US beating
At this point, I started thinking maybe we really weren’t meant to go on this trip.
But we arrived in HK without incident. Before exiting Customs, we went to the Cathay Pacific counter to pick up our boarding passes so we wouldn’t have to do it in the morning. “Uh oh” the woman said. Kyle was on a temporary passport, the result of an expedient decision made a few months back when we were going to the
Resigned and defeated, we went through Customs, picked up our luggage, and consoled ourselves over Krispy Kreme donuts and free wi-fi. After freezing Airport Express and taxi rides, we made it to Aunt Rose’s apartment at 1am. I felt lame having the 2 Filipino ayis wrestle our 2 huge suitcases up 3 flights of stairs, but I was too tired to be manly. Aunt Rose tried to make us feel better with some legal drugs – red wine – and we promptly fell asleep.
On Monday, with the US Embassy closed for the HK/China National holiday, Mae-Ling and I went to eat dim sum, leaving Kyle at Aunt Rose’s
apartment because he was too comfortable to leave. Like so many other
We basically gave up after that, and changed our travel plans to go to Macau instead. We salvaged some of our vacation by staying one night in the new Venetian, and then moving to our comp’ed rooms at the renovated Lisboa (not the new tower, which isn’t finished yet). We ate some great meals, especially at the stylish Wynn, and toured the empty Fisherman’s Wharf. We didn’t even gamble a dollar. After a long day of travel, Kyle and I made it home. It’s still kind of strange to call Shanghai home, but it did feel good to be in our apartment.
So what does this all mean?
Just the other day, ML told me a story she had just read that I found prescient now. This guy was commuting 2 hours a day. He got up for work before his young daughter woke up; he returned home after his daughter fell asleep. On a beautiful morning, he had an epiphany. He decided to go to work late and have breakfast with his family. So be it if he was going to be fired. Turns out that day was 9/11. The terrorist plane crashed into the floor of his office. He was the only one who lived in his company.
I guess our story isn’t not really parallel since this guy chose not to go, whereas we were thwarted at every turn, but I find it similar in that it seems
like Fate or Destiny (or whatever you call it) didn’t want us to go.
The older I get the more I believe in Destiny, not a Calvinistic Predestination, but more of a general direction in life. I visualize Destiny as a luge track or a water flume. It’s easiest to go down the track determined by physics, but you could fight it and go up the wrong side if you wish. However, it gets harder and harder to fight the path of least resistance; in fact, you risk flipping over, or even flying out of the track and really getting hurt. On rare occasions, you can exercise freewill with determination, and with some luck, you can drop into a new track, changing the course of your original Destiny, but in the process, finding a new Destiny.
I feel there have been a few times in my life where I fought my Destiny, staying my current course too long, and things just got harder and harder. Too proud to switch majors, I made it through my BSEE degree at Stanford…but only barely. I have not been able to find the energy to get any further degrees. In my early 20’s, out of an overdeveloped sense of loyalty, I overstayed my job at WESTT, a small consulting firm, during the Internet boom. I could’ve/should’ve joined Yahoo anytime over a period of 3 years and would’ve done quite well. Instead, things at WESTT just got more and more unbearable, until I finally found the courage to quit. (There was the side benefit of my starting M Society West though). Years later, I stuck through 5 rounds of layoffs at Jamcracker. Like my time at WESTT, I felt too guilty to quit, but this time, the decision to leave was a
bit harder because it was the Dark Ages in
The other analogy I have to help me through the troubled waters of life is whitewater rafting. I went on a Class 4 rapids and learned that in calm waters, we could row in the direction we wanted; when nearing rapids, we had to row hard to the right point; but when we were in the white rapids, we should pull in our oars and just hang on. If we rowed in the rapids, we risked having the waves rip the oars out of our hands, or even worse, catching the oars in rocks and flipping us out of our raft. Contrary to my instinct of rowing through it, it’s better to hope your preparation was enough, hang on tight through the worst of it, and hope your luck will carry you past. So when things are good in life, establish a plan and work hard on accomplishing your goals, but when things are rough, sit back and relax. Let destiny show you the