By the time the plane landed, Ethan was fast asleep, his small hand wrapped around my finger. The passengers disembarked in the usual shuffle of bags and goodbyes, but there was a difference, a lingering warmth that followed us off the plane, into the crowded terminal where my mother waited with open arms. It was a reminder that, even in our most vulnerable moments, we are never truly alone.
We are surrounded by strangers who can become allies in an instant, who remind us that empathy still flies high in the human heart, reaching across aisles and class divides, uniting us in the sky.
