The first fact you should know about Abilene, TX is that it’s not the title song where Willie and Waylon and the boys reunited. That’s Luckenbach’s claim to fame. Abiline, however, has it’s own classic tune made famous by crooner George Hamilton IV, thank you very much. Now, I’m singing the praises of this city after my experience there Christmas night.
Departing Alabama on the 25th, my return American Airlines flight to Palm Springs included a plane change at Dallas-Ft. Worth (DFW) Airport, which was crippled by a freak winter storm on Christmas. Delays. Cancellations. The pilot informed passengers on our aircraft that we’d be diverting to Abilene’s much smaller airport, located about two hours southwest of Dallas, due to chaos at DFW. Upon landing, we discovered that Abilene would be our host city for Christmas night. And, I’m not using the word “host” lightly.
From the minute we were escorted off the plane, we were treated like guests. After retrieving our luggage, arrangements for accomodations at the Elegante Suites and ground transportation had been made for all. No signs of confusion or poor management or short tempers. The small team at Abilene’s four-gate airport had the drill down to a science, but also added a lot of heart.
A pilot in the U.S. Army Reserves, who was also on my flight, and I were among the first ready to be transported to the hotel. Before we knew it, a gentleman named Darren greeted us with “Merry Christmas,” followed by, “Let me take your bags; I’ll be driving you.” Exiting the airport’s doors, we were chilled by temperatures in the 20s. “I hope you don’t mind riding in my truck,” Darren said. “I didn’t have a chance to clean it up. I was at home on the sofa watching TV with the family when I got the call about your plane being diverted.” My fellow passenger and I were impressed that our driver had left his own Christmas gathering to help out distressed travelers. “And, with this being Christmas night, only one or two restaurants are open in Abilene; so, the hotel has prepared sandwiches and snacks. We wanted to make sure you had something to eat,” Darren added. Even the kitchen staff came back in after the hotel’s Christmas Day brunch to spread some kindness, and mayo.
Pleasant surprises continued through the night, including a conversation with the Army Reserves pilot, who asked what I did for a living. When I explained I was a psychic-medium, his response was “Wow! You’re in touch with a higher source, aren’t you?” At a table in an Abilene hotel on Christmas night sat a man who understood my work. Between taking bites of a turkey sandwich, we talked some more and I shared with him some intuitive insights.
The next morning, the front desk clerk encouraged me to enjoy the hotel’s complimentary breakfast, “We don’t want you to leave hungry, now.” More kindness. A veteran hotel employee offered to drive me back to the airport in his personal car. Again, more kindness. Waiting to assist me at the Abilene airport was the small band of professionals who’d organized everything the night before. Again, doing their jobs with pride and care. As my bag was being rechecked that morning, I smiled knowing that there’s still so much good in the world. Our job is to acknowledge it and pass it on.
When the plane finally took off on December 26th for DFW, I almost hated to leave Abilene.
Love and light,