Tuesday, October 17, 2006


Last night I was on a very late connecting flight from Las Vegas to San Luis Obispo, CA. I was tired and teary and more than a little relieved when the seat next to me remained empty as the plane door was closing.

As is the case on most airplanes, it was freezing. I thought ahead and was wearing a sweatshirt and a jacket but I was still cold. Somehow I contorted my body into a little ball hugging my knees. In this position I managed to fall half-asleep.

At one point I felt a light touch and almost instant warmth from an airplane blanket. I looked up to see a gorgeous caramel-complected flight attendant smiling down on me as he adjusted the blanket to cover my ankles. It was a small gesture, but his gentle kindness was touching. It's funny how such a simple act from a stranger can warm a cold and lonely disposition.

1 comment:

123Valerie said...

Oh, Miss B, how I've missed you!

You know those tacky bumper stickers like, "Farmers do it in the dirt?" I always liked: Flight attendants do it in the clouds.