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Jess Greenwood's avatar

In my late 20's and 30's when I was still single and living the freest version of my one big beautiful life, I used to travel for work. While there were certainly days when people exhausted me, for the most part, I loved it! Airports are a breeding ground for interesting stories, and the more I made "The Choice", the more I gobbled them up. On one of those trips when I was closer to exhaustion than exhilaration, I overheard a young man in uniform in the waiting area telling the people around him about his new baby, whom he was flying home to meet for the first time. He was noticeably anxious, leg bopping all over the place while he wrung his hands, but he was also clearly already in love, a baby-faced smile lighting his cheeks. I didn't have the energy to talk to him, but as I boarded the plane, I asked the flight attendant if I could swap seats, giving this young man my first class seat. I pre-ordered him a glass of champagne to toast his news and dutifully headed back to coach. When the young man found "his seat", I was sitting in it and a look of confusion and unease crossed his face. I smiled, and told him I heard his news and was hoping he'd accept a bit of a congratulations gift and take my seat in first class. I have never seen a grown man so excited in my entire life. He almost yelled, 'REALLY?!?" and pumped my hand up and down thanking me. I smiled for the entire flight, stuck in the middle with no elbow room. I think about that young many often, even though its been over a decade since that flight. That choice to interact with him in that way did so much more for me than it did for him, and I sincerely hope he will tell his little girl the story one day, to pay the choice forward so she knows that her Daddy was talking about her in an airport even before he met her. Thank you for reminding me about my choice and why its so important to keep choosing people and humanity first.

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Last week, I got on the elevator in the parking garage at work and briefly chatted with a gentleman who I discovered was a veteran. He was walking with the aid of a wheeled walker. When we got to the first floor, my inclination was to say a quick "have a good day" and rush inside the building (I was running late). But, I chose to walk with him; his slow, steady steps made me slow down (literally and figuratively). We had a very nice conversation. When we got to the front door, a coworker of his was waiting for him (it seemed like they had a routine). I'm grateful for the opportunity to slow down to connect with a stranger. ☺️

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