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Two hours later, the plane touched down smoothly. The captain emerged from the cockpit and invited the boy to come up front for a quick look. His mother’s eyes filled with tears as she whispered to me, “No one’s ever done something like this for him.”
The boy looked back at me, a shy grin spreading across his face. “Thank you,” he said softly.
And that’s when it hit me.
I had boarded that flight consumed by my own exhaustion. I wanted quiet, solitude, and control. But that boy reminded me of something I hadn’t felt in a long time—the awe of first experiences.
The first flight.
The first big dream.
The first moment someone believes in you, even when you’re a stranger at 30,000 feet.
