Kindness of Strangers
My husband was stationed in Fairbanks, Alaska and I was finishing out
the school year in North Carolina. Over spring break our nine-month
old son and I flew the zigzag route to visit him. Leaving
Fayetteville, NC, we flew to Dallas, Salt Lake City, Seattle,
Anchorage, and finally, Fairbanks. In Dallas, as I was struggling
with a stroller, car-seat (optimistically hoping for an empty seat
next to me), and baby paraphernalia, a gentleman reached out, took
the car seat from me and carried it to my seat. I later found out
from a fellow passenger that the gentleman had been Terry Bradshaw,
the former football star.
Thinking the segment from Seattle to Anchorage was a short hop, my
heart sank when I heard the captain announce the arrival time was
over three hours away. My son had been off his schedule and while
cooperative, was working up to a major scene. The flight was booked
solid so he was going to have to sit on my lap. Someone must have
been looking out for me when I was assigned my seat because the woman
next to me could sense our exhaustion. She just reached over,
stretched my son's legs across her lap and started rubbing his back.
He fell right to sleep and she let him stay that way the whole
flight. I've never forgotten her kindness and always try to be as
understanding and helpful to parents of young children whenever I'm
flying.
Cindy
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