First, I want to apologize AGAIN. It’s been a week. Honestly it’s been a last 3 years. Mom has been on hospice care for a year now and is nearing the end. She asked me to come help them last week so I booked the very first flight I could. Last night was the return trip.
I’d spent the week helping her bathe, use the toilet, feeding her, doing as much laundry as I could, organizing her clothes, going through old photos, helping my father as best I could, dealing with his little dogs and the shit my sisters pull. Mom can’t remember the word “underwear” but could only say “I need help.” It’s been a week with more to come.
I could have sworn I’d booked a window seat! But apparently I booked the aisle. I plopped my ass right in that window seat and you asked me so nicely, “Did you book a window seat? Do you want the window seat?” and I replied, “Yes I booked a window seat and yes, I want it.” You kindly asked to see my seat assignment, I showed you. You were so nice when you said, “You’re in seat F, not D.”
I was sooo embarrassed! But you offered a deal — I could keep the window seat if no one took the middle seat. I agreed. Later on you asked if you could use the middle seat no one took along with the tray, and ma’am, you bought all of that with your kindness.
We hear, see, and read a *lot* about flying freakouts, but not so much about the kindness of strangers. You had no idea anything about me, but you chose to be kind. I can only hope I have the same opportunity to be like you. Bless you.
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