I reclined my seat without thinking, craving rest after a long week.
The pregnant woman behind me whispered, “I’m having trouble breathing.”
Tired and annoyed, I muttered something careless. She went quiet, hands on her belly.
The flight dragged. Tension lingered.
As we landed, a flight attendant approached: “She was struggling. Small actions matter.”
Her calm words hit hard. I’d chosen comfort over compassion.
Walking through the airport, I replayed the moment. A simple check-in could’ve eased her burden.
Now, I ask before reclining. I offer help. I remember everyone carries unseen weight.
That flight taught me: awareness isn’t etiquette—it’s kindness in motion.
We lose nothing by being gentle. A thoughtful heart travels farther than any seat.
