I was pregnant, nauseous, late for my first flight (after tearing my house apart for 45 minutes looking for my ID—spoiler: it was in my boarding bag the whole time  ). I sprinted through the airport, dragging two bags and my 5-month-old baby, exhausted before I even sat down.

On the plane, I was barely holding it together. And then… an angel showed up. A stranger named John noticed I was struggling. He asked the flight attendant for a barf bag, then held and fed my baby the ENTIRE flight so I could close my eyes and actually rest.

I’ll never forget that kind of kindness. In a world where people rush past each other, John reminded me that goodness is alive and well. Not all heroes wear capes—sometimes they just carry your baby so you can breathe again.

Thank you, John. You’ll forever be one of my angels.

Acknowledged by : Julie Smith