I wasn’t sure what to expect on that particular flight.
To me, it was just another trip back home to see my grandparents, one of many I’d taken over the years
. I had my usual routine: board the plane, stow my carry-on, and settle in for a few hours of reading or catching up on emails. But this time, something amazing happened that changed my life forever!
As I boarded the plane, shoved my carry-on in the overhead bin, and settled into my aisle seat, I noticed something that immediately piqued my curiosity..
. a young middle-school-aged boy, maybe ten or eleven, was seated next to me. I assumed one of his parents or his mother was in the bathroom or something.
But as the plane took off, I realized he was alone. Judging by the way he fidgeted, nervously glancing around the cabin, I could tell he was clearly uncomfortable and this wasn’t something he was used to.
