Darin and I had bought the airline tickets to get us back to the States before I broke my leg. The original plan was for me to take the kids to my parents, and for Darin to fly to his parents house, pick up our car from his brother, and join us in Tennessee.
After the accident, I was a bit worried about making the trip on our own, but it worked out fine. We requested wheelchair service for me, and now I'm so spoiled I may want to do this all the time! Airport personnel pushed me around in wheelchairs, put me on a special lifts to get me in the plane, and generally got us to the front of any line, including customs in Charlotte. They were also very careful to be sure the kids were always with me -- it was nice to have an extra set of eyes to keep everyone together.
I wonder how bad you have to feel to get wheelchair service. Hmmmm . . .
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