Gordon was hoping for a peaceful flight with an elderly woman seated beside him. But when she began to talk, he quickly asked to change seats. What he didn’t expect was to meet Nicholas—who would reveal a story about that same woman that changed everything.
“Hello there,” the woman said as she took the seat next to him. Gordon frowned slightly at her.
He had planned to spend the flight dozing off with his headphones in. He was looking forward to his vacation in the Dominican Republic and had booked a business class ticket with American Airlines. Departing from JFK Airport in New York, he was ready for a much-needed break.
The woman sat down beside him and greeted him instantly. “Why now?” he thought. He didn’t want to chat. She didn’t look like someone who usually flew business class—her clothes were plain and she seemed worn out. He gave her a half-hearted smile and put on his headphones, hoping to sleep.
But then she gently tapped his shoulder. “What’s your name? You remind me of my son—”
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” Gordon cut in. “I’m just not in the mood to talk. I’d really prefer to relax and listen to music.”
He thought that would end it. But a moment later, she tapped his shoulder again, and this time Gordon pulled off his headphones, clearly irritated.
“I know you want some peace and quiet,” she said softly, “I just wanted to tell you—”
“Excuse me, ma’am,” he said, cutting her off again and calling over the flight attendant. She came immediately. “Could I please change seats?”
“Is something wrong, sir?” the stewardess asked.
“Not really,” Gordon replied dismissively. “I’m just uncomfortable with all the talking.”
The attendant nodded, understanding. The old woman lowered her eyes to her lap. She was clearly hurt by his words, but Gordon didn’t seem to care.
He settled into a new seat next to a man who was quietly reading a newspaper. Finally able to relax, he fell asleep and woke up about two hours later. Feeling more refreshed and calmer, he struck up a conversation.
“Thanks for the peaceful company,” he said. “I’m Gordon. Are you traveling for work?”
“I’m Nicholas,” the man replied with a kind smile. “No, just using my airline miles for a trip. I’m actually a pilot for this airline. And you?”
“Just on vacation,” Gordon said, now more at ease. “Hey, can I ask—how come you noticed I changed seats?”
“Well,” Nicholas said thoughtfully, “I just wondered why. That woman you left behind—she wasn’t bothering you, was she?”
“She just wanted to talk. Said I looked like her son. I didn’t feel like chatting,” Gordon explained.
“I see,” Nicholas said quietly. “That woman is Mrs. Walter. She takes this flight every year—for a very personal reason.”
Gordon raised an eyebrow. “What reason?”
“Her son was a pilot trainee,” Nicholas said, pausing. “He died in a crash. It was this same flight path, back in 2001. Everyone on board was lost. It was devastating.”
“Wow… I’m so sorry. I had no idea,” Gordon said, stunned.
“She flies this route every year on the anniversary of his death. The airline gave her this flight for life after the third year. And apparently, you resemble her son.”
“Jesus…” Gordon muttered, suddenly ashamed. He had dismissed her, moved seats, and treated her coldly—simply because she wanted to talk. What kind of man was he turning into? He knew he had to make it right.
When they landed in Santo Domingo, Gordon waited by the gate for Mrs. Walter. He approached her gently, apologized, and invited her to have coffee. He ended up spending his vacation with her, listening to story after story about her late son.
Back in New York, they exchanged contact information. Gordon would call her now and then, just to chat and help her remember her child. That was all she had ever wanted.
Gordon reflected deeply on his behavior and the assumptions he had made. From that point on, he made it a point to treat strangers with more kindness. A short conversation on a plane costs nothing—and could mean everything.
What can this story teach us?
Right your wrongs. Gordon mistreated the elderly woman until he heard her story. He didn’t hesitate to make amends.
Never judge by appearance. Gordon assumed the woman didn’t belong in business class based on how she looked. That assumption turned out to be terribly unfair.
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