After getting off the ground in Phoenix about 30 minutes late, we landed in Atlanta praying for a miracle that we would make our connection. Our hopes we momentarily dashed when we walked out of the gate and inhaled a ton of smoke. I begged the ticketing agent to call the gate to hold our plane (you have not because you ask not) and walked away feeling somewhat defeated at the wall of smoke and the gentleman from the fire department informed us they weren't going to let us go through. When the smoke cleared we made a made dash for the train to take us to terminal C and made a mad dash up the escalators to catch our plane. We happily arrived at the gate with a plane sitting there waiting for us. Thank you Lord.
And now, I am going to pass out from exhaustion after traveling for 12 hours straight door to door, hopefully that will help me overcome the jet lag.