“Things are always working out for me.”
This is what’s called my major premise, the dominant thought I intentionally choose to believe.
I try my best to consistently think it and sometimes say it, even when reality seems to have turned to shit 💩, which is what happened upon arriving at the airport in New Delhi at the end of the 2018 Rebel Pilgrimage India.
After not understanding why the Kuwait Airways check-in counters were empty, I found out my flight to New York was cancelled.
Turns out there was massive flooding in Kuwait—the airport was under water.
My first thought... How’s there flooding in the desert?
Apparently Kuwait gets 4 to 5 inches of rain per year, yet it had rained nearly 10 inches.
No flights. Airport closed. Only option was to get booked on another airline.
The lady at the counter asked for my printed itinerary. I said I didn’t have one—that i’s on my phone.
She said okay. I will remember you.
She was holding a stack of itineraries from the other passengers, all of them it seemed.
I thought... How’s she going to remember me?
They didn’t know how long it would take... possibly all day. It was 4am.
In the midst of ever-increasing frustration and chaos—passengers kept trying to check in only to find out the flight’s cancelled—I stayed very calm.
I also was as kind as I could be to them.
“Hi. Can you please help me. I’m trying to get to New City.”
The situation, however, seemed hopeless.
The only plane that could get me to NYC on time to connect with my flight back to Florida had just three open seats, and I was told they were already taken.
Still though I stayed calm. I kept a good attitude. And I reminded myself that everything is always working out for me.
As more and more passengers were arguing with airline agents, I phoned my bestie and made fun of the insanity that was unfolding around me.
And here’s how it turned out...
After another hour of waiting and at that point with at least 100 frustrated people around me, an airline official appeared...
He was holding a piece of paper...
It was my paper...
I said, that’s me!
He signaled me over, and in that moment the man next to me—a man who was going on and on about all the reasons why the airline employees are a bunch of idiots, said, Congratulations sir. Have a nice flight to New York.
The airline official asked me to follow him.
As we walked up to the Turkish Airlines counter, he handed me my self-written itinerary back and told me to check in.
I said that’s it? I’m going to New York? He said yes.
Suddenly I was filled with so much emotion. I felt relief. I felt huge gratitude. And I felt like God is so real and so accessible. I was crying. It was crazy.
It was literally an impossible situation. Nobody was getting out of there.
Yet I let go and let God, which means I mostly stayed present and in my mind prayed my main prayer...
Things are always working out for me...
Because they are...
Because I believe it’s so, and what I believe becomes my reality.
Just before leaving for the airport that night, back at the Buddhist Temple where we stayed in Delhi, one of the pilgrims reminded me of something...
He said, “Before our trip John the most important thing you said is that in India everything will go wrong, and that’s the best thing.”
It’s so true. The greatest spiritual growth and the most gratitude is always the result of adversity.
Turkish Airlines, by the way, was a MUCH better airline than Kuwait Airways. 😁🙏