When you know Angels have your back

DionneBig thumbs up to Delta Airways customer service reps at JFK, Dionne and Omar. I am on my flight to Slovenia, via Paris. Here is what happened.To start with, the taxi driver dropped me off at wrong terminal and I am crazy late. As I entered the terminal at 6:15pm for my 7.00pm international flight I hear karatals. I look over and see a swami is arriving. It is someone I know and admire, Gopal Krishna Goswami! I had no time to say hi, but took it as a good sign and continued racing up the stairs to the check-in.It turns out, getting dropped at the wrong terminal was a blessing in disguise, because when I went to counter, one lady called Dionne said, "Oh my, let me check for you. Do you have bags to check?" I said "no." She asked her colleague Omar to find out the gate number so she could call to see if they could take me, but the phone did not work. Minutes are ticking by and she had to find another phone but no one answered. Omar said, "it is too late." You missed the flight! I am like, no, please help me. I am not travelling for personal pleasure. I am travelling for a charity. Then Dionne finally got an answer on the phone, "Hi, I have a customer here travelling for a charity. He does not have bags to check, can you take him?" The quick answer was no, it is too late.Dionne said, "I am sorry, sir, but you'll have to rebook your flight," but then something happened.Omar handed Dionne boarding passes. "What is this?," Dionne said. "The flight just miraculously opened up," said Omar, "so I quickly printed him a boarding pass!"Dionne said, "This is a miracle. Ok, sir, you have to follow me fast. We have to run."We were at terminal 1 and had to get to terminal 2. We ran as fast as we could. Dionne then took me to the front of the security line and then helped me unpack and repack after the check. I grabbed my roller bag and asked her, "Where is my computer bag?" "Oh, I have it. Let's go." We then raced downstairs to catch a bus, Dionne carrying my backpack on one arm and me dragging my roller bag. The bus line was huge, but she took us to the front and right into the bus, telling them to just go!We then took a 10-minute ride to Terminal 4. The one I needed to be at, but she told me if I had gone to terminal 4, the security lines are too long and I would not have gotten a boarding pass. "You have Omar to thank for that," she said.Finally, we arrived at the terminal and then we had to run 20 gates to get to my gate. Dionne saw one of those terminal buggies and said, "get on" and asked the driver to get me to Gate 28 asap. The Spanish lady said, "Sure," but did not understand the urgency.Anyway, we got on, but then she had to pick up other people, a family with lots of bags. They were taking their time and minutes were passing and my flight was boarding. Dionne was hurrying everyone up. Finally, we get going, but there are huge crowds to pass through. I realised, I should have just run, but we get to the gate in the nick of time, and I am the last person to board. I made it. I hugged Dionne and thanked her for helping me. Without her and Omar I would not have made it. Thank you, ladies. Dionne, you went above and beyond good customer service.