Greek Family
Greetings All,
I just had the most.. interesting weekend, and although it was nerve racking, it made me very glad that I'm a member of our greek family.
While in Washington D.C. this weekend for a committee meeting, I got out of a cab only to have the driver drive away with my purse and cellular phone still in the back seat. I was lost, and broke, and the only numbers that I had memorized were for people to far away to do me any good. My suitcase was heavy, and I didn't know what to do. Another cab driver say my situation and drove me to the police station that happened to be a couple of blocks away.
When I got to the counter, the desk sergeant turned around, took one look at my Delta Jacket and informed me that he was an Omega recently graduated from George Washington U. After filing a police report he gave me about $20 of his own money to get me to the airport via the subway.
After leaving the police station, I misread the directions on the paper the sargent had given me and had to stop to match the street I was on with the directions. I kindly older lady stopped me on the street and offered to walk me to the bus stop, about 3 blocks away, which, at that point, was the easiest way to get to the subway. During the walk, she told me she was a member of Zeta Phi Beta.
We got to the bus stop where we parted ways, and I took the bus to the subway station. The elevator to the underground station was broken, and so were the escalators, so I had to try to get my suitcase all the way down the stairs. Those of you who know that I have a very bad back, know that that was no easy task. I got a third of the way down when a young man in a brown sweatshirt offered to help me with the bag. It wasn't until I got to the bottom of the staircase that I realized the sweatshirt said Iota Phi Theta.
While on the subway (that I had never ridden before) I became concerned that I may not be going the right way, and I haven't quite gotten used to the new prescription of my glasses, so the woman sitting next to me asked where I was going. We established that my stop was the one after mine so I knew to just get off after she did. She never said anything, but I noticed that the umbrella she was carrying had the crest of Alpha Kappa Alpha.
When I got off of the the train, the heel of my boot became lodged in a hole in the concrete, and I fell. The conductor got off of the train to make sure that I was alright, and as he was running back to the train, he rattled of when and where he pledged Alpha Phi Alpha.
The subway train has only one stop at Washington National Airport, and that is at the main terminal, but TWA is in the other terminal, and you have to take a airport shuttle to get there. The eastern seaboard was experiencing the start to a very bad storm, and no one wanted to walk, so several airport shuttles passed me by because they were full. Finally a Cab driver who had seen me try to flag the shuttle said he would take me to the East terminal. Turns out that he was a member of Phi Beta Sigma, and so is his son who is in school near where I am in school.
I finally made it to the counter where one of my Delta Sorors took one look and my tiered and tear stained face and gave me first class boarding pass.
My day Sunday really sucked, but without my pan Family, it could have been a whole lot worse.
Regina
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