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I kissed Jon good bye and slowly rode the escalator up to security. The butterflies in my stomach were about too much to handle. I was leaving all by myself to the She Speaks Conference - to say I was a little nervous might have been an understatement. I knew that God had ordained this trip from the very beginning - every thing fell into place perfectly. It just wasn't in God's plan for anyone to go with me. I knew it was the best plan but it still didn't calm my nerves that early Thursday morning. I made it to security - took off my shoes, unloaded my quart size bag of liquids, put my bag on the conveyor belt and made my way through when I noticed my bag was pushed off to the side. The following conversation happened with The TSA guy and myself. "Ma'am is that your bag?" "Yes." "Do you have anything sharp in your bag?" "Yes, my razor." Then he reaches into my bag - grabs any item I had packed and pulls it out. H...