As we fastened our seat belts, we’d never been happier to see a door close on an airplane. We’d arrived at DIA the day before for our two-hour flight to St. Louis for Christmas. Problem was, we were still at DIA — it had been 24 hours of Murphy’s Law. So the last thing we wanted to hear over the intercom was, “Mr. and Mrs. Blitz, please report to the front of the aircraft.” But that’s exactly what we heard. This can’t be good, I thought. They were not calling to give us an upgrade to first class.

Have you ever held a position, even if it was only for a short period of time -- even just for a few hours -- that caused you to say to yourself, "I can't believe I'm actually doing this?" I have. Couple of times in fact.