On my flight from San Diego to Nashville yesterday, sitting in the row next to me was a 96-year-old woman who hadn’t flown in 15 years. For her birthday she wanted to go to Kansas City to see her family but she was scared of flying.
She asked for this man’s hand during takeoff and then hugged him again when experiencing turbulence. This gentleman I should say, gladly took her hand, let her hold onto him, calmed her by talking to her and explaining everything that was happening, and simply was that stranger there for her.
He knew just what to do the entire flight to help. He helped her stand up to go to the restroom and watched her carefully walk down the aisle.
He held her bag, helped her get off the plane and into the wheelchair, and when she got confused wondering where her daughter went (she called her her sister), he stayed with her until she caught up with her daughter who got separated from her.
She was so grateful that she wanted him to have her flight pretzels. Hats off to you sir, for your kind heart and your compassion toward someone whom you’ve never met. This truly made my week.