I sat in the boarding area, chewing on a breakfast biscuit before my flight. A young man wearing a ballcap backward said, “Thank you for being a pilot. I’m proud of you,” and disappeared. My “thank you” between bites was unsuccessful. I found “Chance” at another gate and thanked him for his kind words.
“My dad was a police officer and took his own life,” he said. “You never know if your words may make a difference to someone.”
We took a selfie and said goodbye.
“Maybe I’ll see you again in this life,” Chance said as I walked away.
B.G. Smith 