The Crepe That Saved My Life

Hi everyone!!! I know this page is for my medical missions and technically exploring Europe does not fall under that category, but for me, it is still a mission! A mission to discover new places, new people, and myself. So follow along with me as I travel from city to city and country to country. I’ll probably share some interesting stories, descriptions of food, and some life lessons along the way. I wish I could say things were off to a good start... but throwing up for a 7 hour flight wasn’t exactly the first thing that came to mind when I thought “Paris”. I don’t know what came over me, but the second I sat down on that plane I felt my stomach drop. The flight was completely full and extremely large. There were 3 rows of 3 people horizontal! (Granted the airline is LITERALLY called XL airways so I’m not sure what I was expecting, but still). To make things worse, there was almost no air flow at all. I felt like I was suffocating. About an hour into the flight, I started to feel woozy. I have gotten motion sickness before, but never this bad. I could barely stay out of the restroom for 30 minutes at a time. As I wiped off the tiny airplane sink (no I did not make it to the toilet) I thought, “Okay God. Is this how it’s gonna go?! I mean come on, I haven’t even LANDED yet!” I prayed and prayed for whatever had come over me to go away. As I sat down in my seat for the 5th time, a sweet French man next to me whispered “madam, are you okay?” This poor, poor man then had to watch my face go pale and my body start to freak out as the fear that I truly could not do this trip alone hit me in full force. Well, this god-sent man put his water on my head and told me to try and eat something. He spoke with me for awhile to try and get my mind off of my anxiety and forced me to listen to some music. Eventually a breakfast tray came around for everyone. On a cute little tin tray I received two crepes with apple slices in between. I forced myself to take a bite and thought “this is probably going to come right back up.” But to my disbelief, my stomach began to slowly settle. The man next to me looked confident as he saw the color return to me due to his advice. He smiled as I ate my entire tray. So here I sit. About to land in Paris after the WORST flight of my life... BUT I’m somehow still positive. I have gotten through my first obstacle! And guess what?... IM ALIVE! I have made it out okay and that gives me hope for the many obstacles to come. Did I expect my flight to go this roughly? Absolutely not. But it’s amazing what prayer and a crepe can do.