I almost missed a flight coming home from spring break in Cancun in 1992. Really, I'm not even sure how we made it onto the flight, but thank goodness we did. I missed a flight coming home from Europe when I was much younger. I made my Dublin to London flight, but since the connection had changed (and for some reason, I hadn't even thought to check on it) I missed my London to Boston connection, although my bags made it. Of course, that would never happen today. I actually cried because they originally told me I wouldn't be able to get another flight to Boston until the next day. I was exhausted after having done the "backpack across Europe on a dime" thing for 5 weeks and begged them to just get me to the US and I'd figure it out from there. I ended up in 1st class on a Virgin Atlantic flight to NYC. (no charge) When we got there, they would not let me leave the international luggage area until everyone was off the plane and all bags were claimed. This was a huge jumbo jet, so it took a long time. I was dying as there were no pay phones in the area and I just knew that my father was waiting at Logan in Boston. I finally got to leave and then begged many airline counter ticket agents to get me to Boston. One finally did. (again, no charge) My husband and I have run through the airport several times but made it by the skin of our teeth.