Story 3:
I was at the airport, on my way to my mother’s funeral. I missed my flight by minutes. I was inconsolable, sitting on the floor, when a woman with a toddler came up to me. She didn’t say anything; she just handed me a pack of tissues and sat down next to me.
I told her my story, and she listened without judgment. Then, her husband walked up. He told her their flight was boarding and asked what she was doing.
She looked at him and said, “This woman needs us.” She handed me money so that I could buy a new ticket, and I flew to my mother’s funeral, a stranger’s kindness my only comfort.
