Sometimes, when the worst possible thing imaginable happens to you, the smallest amount of kindness shown to you can be the exact trigger of the happiest tears you will ever cry.
One woman, Tricia Belstra, a mother on a recent Southwest Airlines flight, was flying home to lay her son to rest. She waited to tell this story until she found more strength. She wrote on her Facebook page:
I couldn't tell this story until now.. I flew in on #southwest airlines flight 1076 on August 18th.. I was not looking or feeling good.. I sat in my seat between two strangers holding a barf bag down low between my legs. One of the flight attendants looked at me and asked if I was okay.. I asked for some water and another person brought it to me. Then this young man came by I wish I would have got his name.. He was getting drink requests.. I asked for a diet coke and another glass of water.. He leaned in and asked if I was okay. I told him I was flying back to bury my son.. He said he was so sorry and brought me a can of water a glass of ice and my diet coke. The girl next to me offered to pour the water for me because my hands were shaking. When we landed the girl helped me with my luggage. As I am leaving the plain the young man that waited on me was standing on the landing and as I walked off the plane he stopped me and handed me a napkin and said he was sorry for my loss and this wasn't much. I said thank you and walked out. When I got to where I was out of the walkway I looked at the napkin he gave me and cried.. I had Father Mike bless him and he said he was one of God's soul angels.. please share this and I hope it gets back to him. Thank you so much for your kind words from a person that took the time to write this not even knowing me.
The napkin? It read:
In 2004, my family lost my older brother. As traumatic as it still is for me, I can’t even pretend to truly know the pain you feel as a mother. I did, however, watch my mother’s grieving process (a process that will never end). Firstly, being a mother is about giving birth to new life as a promise to the future. Your mission doesn’t end now — your son’s life is bigger than his death and always will be. My mom struggled desperately chasing a far away goal of somehow lessening the pain. As she has realized now, the pain hardly lessens. Don’t expend your energy trying to chase this. Instead, go all out finding opportunities to experience joy. Visit family, get closer to those you’ve lost touch with, travel. This is your story and you owe it to yourself and your son to make sure that you survive this. Do not pressure yourself.
This world is full of people who do truly care about you, even if it doesn’t feel that way.
I won’t stop thinking about you anytime soon, or how you’re doing or what you’re up to. You’ll come out of this a stronger person and I’ll be rooting for you the whole time.”
Yup...go ahead and cry those sweet little eyes out. Humans are so beautiful when we let them.