YOUR MIND is creating YOUR REALITY!

A few months ago I was in Malaga, Spain attending a conference. As the conference fell on my birthday, I took my mom with me so we could spend a little quality time together during my off time. I bought both of our tickets using my miles, which ultimately means that our flight tickets didn't cost me a dime. When we took off for Malaga from Vienna, Austria, I checked on the tickets to make sure I had the times down right. I read 10:45 a.m. as our departure time for our flight back to Vienna.

We spent a great time together. Did some sightseeing, walked along the beach and enjoyed great foods and of course also some delicious Spanish wines. The evening before our flight back, I checked on the tickets again and, again, read 10:45 a.m. as our departure time. I then proceeded to check us both in for the flight, chose our seats and then received our boarding passes via email. Hence I ordered a taxi to the airport at 8:45 a.m. giving us ample of time to drop off our luggage at the check in counter and then have a morning coffee before boarding for our flight. So far so good.

Malaga airport was only a 15 minute drive from our hotel. We arrived at the airport by 9:00 a.m. and the first thing I did was to check on the board to see if I could find my flight. As I scan through the departure times I saw a flight at 9:45 a.m. to Vienna but when my eyes arrived at the 10:45 a.m. section there was no flight to Vienna. First thing that happened was disbelief. Where is my flight? Second thing that happened was, OMG, don't tell me they moved the flight to 9:45 a.m. without telling me! So I rummaged through my briefcase to have another look at my ticket. And lo and behold it said in big, bold and clear writing that my departure was at 9:45 a.m. Then I cheched on my electronic boarding pass, which also clearly stated 9:45 as our departure time. Shock and disbelief settled in! Sweat started to form on my forehead while I was trying to process the situation. I just could not believe what I was seeing. How could I have misread the bloody departure time TWICE, if not THREE times?! 

We ran to the check in gate and explained the situation. By now it was 9:10 a.m. They told us that there was only one chance to catch the plane and that was to run with our luggage through security and to the gate. We had to be at the gate at 9:30 though. My poor mom and I pushed through the line at the security and put our suitcases on the belt. Next thing I know was that the friendly security staff wanted us to open our suitcases. It was 9:20 by now. Of course I totally had forgotten about the liquids in our suitcases. All the great wine bottles we bought were trashed. And all of our shampoos and gels and lotions as well. Poor mom was getting a heart attack as it was mostly her stuff that was being thrown away left, right and center. Finally, stripped off of our liquids, we were allowed to continue with our run to the gate. It was 9:25 by now. I told my mom to just walk as fast as she could while I would run ahead with my suitcase and both of our carryons to the gate. Of course the bloody gate was at the farthest possible location of the airport. Totally drenched with sweat and out of breath I arrived at the gate at 9:30 a.m. precisely only to see that the gangway was being pulled away from the aircraft. I yelled at the gate agents that we were promised that we could come along if we made it by 9:30 a.m. – and here I was. The agent only said sorry, the captain had decided that it was time to leave and that is it. 

My entire clothes were wet from sweat, my legs shacking from exhaustion, my lungs burning from the run, I waited for my mom's arrival. As soon as she saw me she knew that we wouldn't be on that flight. I really had to take many, many deep breaths to keep calm and not shout and curse at the agents at the gate – after all it was my own fault for being late – and no one elses.

We had to walk all the way back out into the checking in area and organize a flight back. To add insult to injury I was told that on that day Lufthansa was on strike so there were no more flights to Vienna anymore with Lufthansa. Period. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. They referred me to their competitors. After shopping around for a while at the airport I had to come to the conclusion that I either had to fork out some major cash or we would have to stay for another night. So I ended up biting the bullet and with my hat in hand accept the offer of an airline to fly us back to Vienna that afternoon for a mere EUR 270 (U$ 380) a pop. Pain, that is all I could feel. 

After all was said and done and we were sitting in our seats ready to take off (hours after our original flight, needless to add), I closed my eyes and started to meditate. I went through the events step by step and bit by bit and I had to realize that somehow my mind had chosen to read 10:45 a.m. as our departure time the first time I checked up on our flight times a week ago. And then it refused to let go of that image in my mind even though I physically looked at our the tickets again the evening before and even proceeded to check us both in online!

And once again the universe taught me that it is my own mind that creates my reality and not what I perceive as the objective reality to be. Even when physically looking at the ticket I could not see what "reality" was as my reality had already been created for me within. 

May this be a reminder to me and to you that our mind has incredible powers, much, much more than we are aware of and that we may invest all of our energies into utilizing its power to our benefit.

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9 Responses to “YOUR MIND is creating YOUR REALITY!”  

  1. 1 Sandra Hindmarch

    One's mind can be really tricky.   You think you are reading one thing and in the meantime it is another.

    I can well imagine the frustation you experienced.  Yep, the Gate you need is   always the one right at the end.  

    Your poor mum must have been exhausted after all that.  And can just imagine your frustration.

  2. 2 Q Moayad

    It was indeed quite an adventure. And my mom most certainly was exhausted after this episode. O well, life. We live and learn…much love to you Sandra, Q

  3. 3 CRES DEL ROSARIO

    Hi Q, so good to hear from you.

    My goodness, your airport episode do happen even to experienced traveller like you!  I will keep this as a lesson learned next time I travel.  I am happy that you are bonding with your Mom as much as you can.

    Thanks for sharing your experience!  We the mahals still talk about the great trip we had with you in charge.  Take care and God bless!

     

     

     

  4. 4 Q Moayad

    Thank you so much for your lovely input, I truly appreciate it )) Please give all the mahals my love, Q

  5. 5 Sheryl

    Great story, I felt your pain while reading it!  I never read much on Facebook because it's all so negative but this was different, better.  Nice read.

  6. 6 Q Moayad

    Thank you for your feedback and input dear Cheryl, much appreciated ))

  7. 7 Sandra Hindmarch

    Your mom can be very proud to have a son like you )))

  8. 8 Q Moayad

    Thank you kindly Sandra, much appreciated )))

  9. 9 Jan. Hall.

    Yes I can imagine how you felt more stressed out back then, to what you were in August, yes Graham and I had something similar in Sydney had to run all the way to check and our gate as we got held up in traffic we made it but I had visions of the plane going without us, your poor Mum having to do all that. Yes it can happen to the best of us your Mother would of been so proud of you even though you were under a lot of stress.xx

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