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Worth living: Article 1

The Front Row Ticket

Based on a strange but not similar event.

My summer had become a nightmare after my flight was cancelled due to thunderstorm. They had sent everyone home after two days sleeping in the cold hard floor of the airport. "I'm sorry but we'll just have to wait and see how the storm goes." The flight attendant explained.
I lived in a small Island in the coast and that airport was our only way out. "I told you we should move back to the city." My husband complained. "These thunderstorms are the worst thing that could happen when you are trying to enjoy your vacation."

The next day when the storm had calm down I called the airport. They said the plane would be ready to take off that afternoon. That meant we had all morning to figure or what to do. "How about we watch a play?" My friend Susan was the main actress in one of the plays of the small theater.
"I don't think so, l last time I bought us two tickets to see a play and they messed up the order. We couldn't find you a seat and I lost my money. But why don't you go? I'll pick you up afterwards and we could head down to the airport."

I didn't protest. I took the opportunity to go early and catch the cheap seats they usually had in the balcony. Though they were in the balcony they were the best seats in the house right after front row. "Hey Alexandra."
"Good morning Kathy, do you have balcony seats available?"
Kathy checked in the computer. "Yes I do. You are very lucky, there is one seat left. What's your last name?"
"Williams."
"Oh darn it!" The gentleman behind me shook his head. "I only have enough money for a balcony seat."
"I'm sorry." I apologized though it wasn't my fault.  I just felt guilty even about the things I didn't do.

"It's not your fault." The gentleman was about to walk away when Kathy called him back.
"Wait sir, it appears that Alexandra already has a front row ticket under her name." Kathy showed me the monitor.
I looked and smiled. I had such a wonderful husband. He had probably bought me a ticket.

I immediately got comfortable. I took off my jacket and got rid of my shoes. Susan was going to be so happy that I could assist to her play.
I leaned back as soon as the lights turned off. Then Susan walked out dancing like a butterfly. She looked just amazing. Everything was going well, when suddenly the room started shaking. The actors and actresses immediately stopped. We watched helplessly as the roof  caved  in and fell on top of the people sitting at the balcony.

"You were really lucky." Kathy said. We were all standing outside watching as the rescuers carried the injured out to the awaiting ambulances. My husband had rush to the theater upon hearing the news."The gentleman I sold the last ticket in the balcony to, didn't make it."
I couldn't believe I had been so lucky. Had my husband not bought me a ticket in the front I would be the one dead."Thank you sweetheart. If you hadn't bought me the front row ticket to see the play, I wouldn't be alive."
"What are you talking about sweetie? I didn't buy you a ticket for this play."
"Are you sure?"
"You would've seen me when I came to purchase the ticket."He was right the only way to purchase tickets was to buy it personally. "Besides, how could I had known you were watching the play today? We weren't supposed to be here in the first place."


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