I flew home from Boston late last night. I travel a lot, but usually forget to pack one thing or another.
This trip, the only thing I forgot to pack was a surgical mask.
I was disappointed on the flight north, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. And since it has now been five months since my stem cell transplant, not wearing a mask on the plane probably wasn’t the end of the world.
Now fast forward to my flight home. As I boarded the plane, I noticed a woman sitting in the front row was wearing a mask. I asked her why. “I had a heart transplant one year ago.” she replied.
“I wish I would have remembered to bring one along myself.” I said, noting my transplant this summer.
“Would you like one?” She asked. I was surprised and a bit taken aback by her offer. “Really? Sure!” I replied.
She quickly popped-up and removed an extra mask from her carry-on in the compartment directly above her seat. The boarding line was moving slowly, so we didn’t even delay anyone behind me.
I thanked her and continued to be pushed along down the isle. I never did get her name…
How kind! And I’m glad I took her up on it, rather than politely declining as I would normally do–not wanting to inconvenience her or other boarding passengers. Because it’s important that I stay as healthy as possible with next week’s trip to San Diego fast approaching.
So thank you, kind stranger! How cool was that!
I will post the first article of a three part series about Wednesday’s media event tomorrow.
Until then, feel good and keep smiling! Pat