When I boarded that flight, I never imagined I’d meet someone who would become such an important part of my life. It all started with a crumpled note and a ten-dollar bill, and ended in a love story that’s still going strong!
I thought it was just another routine flight home to visit my grandparents. I had my usual plan—board, stow my carry-on, and settle in for a few hours of reading. But that day, something unexpected happened that would change my life forever.
As I sat in my aisle seat, I noticed a young boy, maybe around ten or eleven, seated next to me. At first, I thought his parents were nearby, but as the plane took off, I realized he was alone. He seemed nervous, fidgeting in his seat and staring intensely at the safety card in front of him.
I tried to be polite and gave him a small smile, but he quickly looked away. I could tell he was overwhelmed, so I decided to let him be. A few minutes passed, and as the plane began to taxi down the runway, he did something unexpected. Without making eye contact, the boy handed me a crumpled note with a ten-dollar bill peeking out.
Puzzled, I unfolded the note. In neat handwriting, it said:
“Please, if you’re reading this, my son with autism is sitting next to you. He may be nervous and ask how long the flight will take. I’m his mom and will pick him up when we land. Please be kind and patient. Here’s $10 for your trouble. Call me if he needs anything.”
My heart sank. I glanced at the boy, who was nervously clenching his fists, avoiding eye contact. This was more than just a note—it was a mother’s plea for understanding. I couldn’t just pocket the money and stay silent. I quickly texted the number on the note, introducing myself and reassuring her that I was there for her son.
Her response came quickly, filled with relief and gratitude. I leaned over to the boy and said gently, “Your mom says hi. She’s thinking of you.”
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