I met all kinds of passengers as a flight attendant.
One passenger will always be remembered. Two years later, she changed my life unexpectedly.
Let me describe my life first. My city basement condo was perfect for $600 per month.
I could only afford it at 26 after everything that transpired. The kitchen counter was my workplace, workspace, and dining table. One corner contained a twin bed with loose bedding and a metal frame.
The overdue invoices on my fold-out table caught my eye.
I grabbed my phone, habitually touching Mom’s number, before remembering. Six months. Since my last contact, six months had passed.
I saw the irony. BREATHING. Thus began this story on that fateful journey.
“Please, Miss! She needs help!” A loud shriek filled the aisle.
