Everything went wrong. She attended church with him, and it seemed the right thing to do to drive her to the airport, which is only about half an hour away their neighborhood. No biggie, one would think. First of all, my brother was unaware of just how disabled these lady was. Wheelchair user for greater distances other than church. Then, as he sets out on the journey, his truck starts making funny noises, so he has to switch to his wife's car. Then, traffic is abnormally awful. Then, lady realizes she had the wrong flight time. Okay, they just need to get lucky with parking and rush it. No, the airport is crowded and my brother has to park out in the boonies. Then, there are major issues with the wheelchair, and they struggled to locate an airport wheelchair. Then, it turns out because of the wheelchair, she was supposed to board early, and the flight they were already late for winds up getting missed, which leads to a whole todo about finding her another flight. Then my brother gets stuck in standstill traffic trying to leave the airport. Meanwhile, my carless sister-in-law is moving heaven and earth to trying to find a way to pick up the kids from school because my brother is trapped for hours and hours at the airport.