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The Kind Lady and the Gentleman

By Mary Vee

A woman boarded a plane and walked to the last row for her seat assignment. She pushed her roller bag into the overhang storage and sat in her seat.

Along came a family. The father asked. "Would you mind. I'm so sorry to ask. Our family is taking a special trip and, well, we, um hoped to travel together. The desk agent said the flight was full and therefore she couldn't change our seats."

Before he said another word she stood. "Where is the seat you need to trade?"

A warm smile spread across his face. "10B. It's the exit aisle."

He helped her pull down her roller bag and thanked her.

The woman felt like a fish swimming up stream moving to the front of the plane during boarding. She stopped in row 11 and spoke with the people sitting in row 10. "I think I'm in 10b?"

The man sitting in her seat said, "Would you mind. I'm so sorry to ask, I would like to sit by my wife. We originally had seats assigned next to each other, but the computer changed it a few minutes ago. Would you mind trading seats?"

She gave a small eye roll and smiled. "Sure. Where is the seat you need to trade?"

He held the paper with the new seat assignment out toward her. "First class, 1D."

The woman was speechless.

Passengers listening in nearby rows cheered for the man.

God chose the kind lady to receive a gift from a gentleman.


This is a true story that happen only last week, I witnessed this exchange.

photo courtesy of freedigitalphotos.com

Comments

How wonderful! I love the little blessings God has to give to those who bless others.
Yeah, me too.
It's good to hear they still happen, too. :)

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