Monday, December 13, 2021

Good people on a plane

When I flew down to Minneapolis, an older woman sat next to me. She had a tough time finding one part of her seatbelt. I managed to scoop it up between our seats. We ended up chatting here and there throughout our flight.

The sun was shining through the window directly in her face. I asked if she wanted me to draw the small blind down. She liked the sunshine and was okay.

"Do you have family in Minneapolis?" she asked me.
"I used to live in Rochester, just south of it. I'm returning after nearly two years," I replied.
"I'm seeing my son and his family," she shared.
"That's so nice. My mom used to visit me when I lived in Minnesota," I replied.

Towards the end of our flight, I wished her happy times reuniting with her son and grandchildren. It has been ages since anyone has gingerly held my arm as a token of affection. She did just that, which was sweet. She thanked me and was thrilled to finally see them.

Travel seems scary during a pandemic, but there are still stories to tell and good people out there.


  1. What a nice little story. Thanks for sharing that! I miss traveling.


    1. I'm glad that I finally shared it, Enzo. It was nice. Travelling is weird, but less scary now that I have done it.

  2. That was such a sweet thing to read today. THanks for sharing that little snippet.

    1. I'm so glad that I finally shared this post, too. It has been on my mind for a couple of weeks now.