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B"H with her, not just disappear into the oblivion. Suddenly, a n acquaintance I had previously solicited to rent me dwelling quarters, approached offering me reasonable shelter, and this totally muttered my thinking as to whether I'll leave Safrascity. Could he be a conspiracy on the part of a Safrascity gang network ? I declined the offer, deference to the emergency syste ms bein g operative - and a second later was asking so meone by the door if they could suggest how I might get to the airport . Standing nearb y was a med professional and his wife, him being a close friend wit h the doctor nephew to whom I had paid a visit (as mentioned previously). The next thing I knew, I was packing my valises into his trunk, the horse upon whose back Mordechai rode is a triumphant parade celebrating the triumph of Judaism. I AM is in the warp of time called miraculous salvation, progressing to the termination of my homelessness. No flight schedule, maybe I would like to spend the night in his home, but if I decide to do so, later, please call. Being Purim and an auspicious time , he laid a hundred dollar bill on me that exactly covered the airlines penalt y for rescheduling my flight. I was trying to work out a boarding pass on a substitute for Air France taking off in another two hours. I missed the flight because the service desk had closed down operations for the day. I was afraid to accept the kindly offer for shelter, not even for the night - by the young couple that had driven me to the airport. I had not availed myself of the kindness for reason that my determination; motion thought, and preservation had to be singularly direct. O n the level of unperceived faith, the adrenalin was pouncing o n flight or fight mode, I was hysterical and immobile. Hope had faded into acceptance that the only possibility (stand -by) would be some 20 hours hence - and it wasn't until the next morning that I was able to reserve a seat. I had been wandering around for seven weeks minus a th ree-da y journey until I would be ho me sweet home. Spending the night and the day following in another ho meless setting at the airport was at best an unpleasant scenario. The lobby of an airport is built to prevent passersby's getting co mfortable; I spent t he night on the floor with foot entwined amongst the straps of my luggage. Emergence fro m the pits was another aspect of time that was a measure ment of imminent success; I had the good fortune to board the next afternoon only because there had been a flight 87