As we were taxiing, a flight attendant approached me and asked if I was traveling alone. "Yes" I replied. "Please come with me." That can only be good, right? I grabbed my bag and followed him.
He took me forward to the next bulkhead, across the plane, and to an aisle seat. Alleluia! 34G was my new seat. I was so thankful! Now I knew I would survive this flight.
I said a multitude of praises as we continued to taxi.
I watched the woman in front of me, who had a baby, continually undo her seatbelt, stand up, and get into the overhead compartment for things for her screaming baby. Remember, we were taxiing. The flight attendants kept trying to get her to stay seated, and belted, and now we were on the runway. The baby screamed, the engines revved, and we were in the sky.
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The baby finally quieted down, the flight attendants began prepping for meal service, and I was so thankful to be on an aisle. I realized I can never again board a plane with a middle seat assigned to me.
Then, a flight attendant shows up at my seat and says, "Come with me". I grabbed my bag and followed him forward, past the bulkhead, through World Traveler (economy plus), past another bulkhead, and into Club World (business).
He asked if this will be OK as I started to cry. I stammer out a "Yes, thank you".
"Thank you. (sniffle) Thank you so much. (wipe my tears) Your kindness has made my day. (sniffle, sniffle) Thank you!"
I sat in awe and tears for a few minutes before I started to figure out how the seat and features all work. I was immensely blessed to have the luxury of laying flat or sitting with my feet elevated or standing behind my seat and still being able to watch movies.
The plane touched down in Seattle. I waited for my wheelchair, still euphoric. Immigration and customs are a blur in my memory. What do I remember? We made it.