Wednesday, June 29, 2011
PJ, I owe you my life
I don't think I could imagine a worse feeling. Arriving at the airport after months of planning, organizing and list making only to realize that I had left behind a very important, scratch that THE single most important item. You got it...my passport. Left sitting in the copier. I called PJ to confirm that is where I had left it and without hesitation he was on his way, passport in hand. It was a race against the clock to get it in time and sure enough he came through with time to spare.