As he sat there in the restroom, bleeding profusely, he thought about how he could salvage the situation. He couldn’t get on the nearly five hour long next leg of the flight to Manila bleeding the way he was. He knew that if he did not get on that plane there was no way that he was going to make it to his own wedding. He had visions of being stranded half way around the world from home in a Tokyo hospital with no one to turn to for help. That was the most depressing feeling that could be imagined.
He felt that he was going to pass out and he did not know if it was because of lack of sleep or lack of blood. He was crying out to God. Why had God let this happen? He sat there for nearly two hours, wondering. The flight was due to leave in another half an hour. And then suddenly the bleeding stopped.
It seemed like a miracle. All of the horror story scenarios that he had been imagining faded away. He made a make-shift bandage from a pair of white socks and hobbled out just in time to make the plane. For some reason he was singled out by security to go through a carry-on baggage check. The bag checker took his passport and when the check was finished forgot to give it back. In his state of mind he didn’t even think about it. All he wanted to do was get on the plane and get out of there. He was the last one to board just before the doors were about to be closed. Fortunately the checker realized she had his passport and was able to get it to him just before the plane closed its doors to leave. Another disaster barely avoided!