Once upon a time I was kid, shocker I know. I had to take a flight by myself.
I’ll have you know that since birth I’ve always been an over-thinker so the prospects of flying were not as exciting as they should be.
I did however manage to get onto the flight and locate my row without much struggle.
My heart sank. There sat man in the seat that I had so wished to have, the window seat, and I was doomed to the aisle seat of death ( I very much detest it).
To my surprise the man, whose name eludes me now, offered up his seat.
His act of kindness did not stop there.
He asked for blanket to be provided to me ( it was a night flight), offered to buy hot chocolate and ensured my over-thinking tendencies did not worry me too much.
I remember him so vividly for the conversation he gifted me.
Mid-flight when turbulence hit, this is how the conversation ran:
“What are stars K?”
He proceeded to tell me how the stars, my ‘lights’, were in essence like guardians for each person in the world. That each star belongs to someone and that the stars which shone dimmer were people in need. That I should always remember that we could always meet a dim star’s person, so act with kindness and love. More importantly, we all stars regardless of which shape, make, colour and even brightness we possess.
I’ve always regarded him as a star that fell into the plane for me that night. Wherever you are red-headed star with those eyes that seemed to hold the world, thank you.
Your small acts of kindness have been giant to me.