Leslie walked slowly down the jet bridge, still feeling the effects of a late night out. As she moved through the plane, preparing for takeoff, a soft sound caught her attention—a muffled cry coming from the rear lavatory. Concerned, she gently knocked and opened the door, only to find a young boy sitting quietly on the floor, his face streaked with tears and a paper bag clutched tightly in his hands.
Startled, Leslie spoke calmly. “Hey there, it’s okay. What’s your name?”
“Ben,” the boy whispered, his voice shaking. Between quiet sobs, he explained that he had accidentally followed the wrong woman onto the plane. His goal had been simple but urgent: to deliver his grandmother’s medicine—tucked safely inside the paper bag—before it was too late. But now, mid-flight and without a ticket or a guardian, he felt completely lost.
Leslie quickly checked the passenger list. Ben wasn’t on it. Realizing the situation, she made a decision. She led him to a crew jump seat and promised to help him get to Seattle, where his family was waiting.
By the time the flight landed in Los Angeles, Leslie had contacted the authorities and made arrangements for Ben to continue his journey. She spoke with his worried parents and learned that his grandmother’s condition was critical. Deeply moved by his courage and determination, Leslie delayed her own plans to fly with him to Seattle.
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