I was exhausted, traveling alone with my baby, Ethan, on a crowded flight. My husband, David, had passed away months before, leaving me to raise our son alone. Ethan was upset and crying, and no matter what I tried, nothing seemed to calm him down.
A man seated beside me grew impatient and suggested loudly that I take my baby to the restroom and stay there until the flight was over. Embarrassed and heartbroken, I gathered our things and started walking toward the back of the plane, holding Ethan close.
Before I reached the restroom, a tall man in a dark suit stepped in front of me. Speaking gently, he guided me to an open seat in business class, giving me space and quiet to comfort Ethan. Within minutes, my baby was peacefully asleep, and I finally felt a wave of relief.
