3 Rows Back

“Those who are happiest are those who do the most for others.” ~Booker T. Washington, African-American educator, author, orator, and adviser to presidents of the United States (1856-1915)

Ron and his wife edged their way up the narrow center aisle toward their seats in 32 A and 32 B. The overhead space was filling quickly, but he managed to find space for their carry-ons just in front of their seats. 

As he was stuffing the bags into the cramped compartment he noticed a woman sitting three rows back with two small twin boys; perhaps three to four years old. He wasn’t sure why they had caught his attention, but before he had time to consider it, someone behind him asked if he could move.

Ron plopped into his seat and all but forgot about the woman and the two children. After the perfunctory announcements and mandatory instructions the plane rumbled down the runway and lifted off. Leveling off at 30,000 it began the long arced path toward Los Angeles.

Fifteen minutes into the flight it started. The twin boys began screaming and whining; sometimes together, sometimes separately, but always incessantly shrill and annoying. The woman did her best to calm the children, but without success. Even over the thrum of the jet engines their wails and cries could be heard throughout the plane.

Ron’s wife turned to him: “How awful for that poor woman. Remember what it was like taking our children on a plane trip when they were little?”

Unfortunately, peoples’ sympathy quickly turned to irritation. Passengers peered around their seats and up the aisle to see what was causing the fracas. Some went so far as to stand up and stare at the woman and her children as if that would quiet them. The wailing continued.

Passengers, headed for the restrooms, glowered at the children as they passed. Twice the Head Stewardess went back to “have a chat” with the woman. Nothing seemed to appease the children. The shrill cries of the two boys went on for nearly an hour. Several times the twins quieted down, but just when it seemed serenity would reign they started up again.

Finally, when it seemed peace would never return again, a man in 28C stood up. He turned and looked in the direction of the woman with the children. His face was passive and calm. A slight, patient smile seemed to play across his face for a moment. He removed his headset, placed it on his seat and walked back to where the three were seated.

“Hi, I’m Robert,” he said. “I have two young boys of my own. Maybe I can help.” He carefully took one child in each arm and began to walk up and down the aisle, talking to them as they went. The boys quickly became quiet. They even began to laugh and smile. Soon they leaned their heads against the man’s chest and fell asleep. He returned the sleeping children to the woman.

The grateful woman thanked him profusely. “I can’t thank you enough,” she said. “This has been a very difficult week for them.” “You see, I’m not their mother. I’m their grandmother. Their mother, my baby girl, was killed in a traffic accident. I’m all they've got left.”

Being willing to offer to help is the trademark of a faithful Christian steward. However, unlike the story of the “Good Samaritan,” help is usually without the drama of a roadside rescue, in a desolate countryside, with danger lurking in the shadows. Rather, these opportunities, more often than not, present themselves, in common places: on street corners, in parking lots, in grocery stores and even on airplanes.

It is at times like these that we may ask ourselves: “Why doesn’t someone do something about this.” But, all too often that “someone” could or should be us.

Our perspective of the story of the children changes as we come to understand the situation. At first it is easy to assume the woman is simply an incompetent mother who can’t control her children. When we discover that the children are orphans our empathy ramps up. But shouldn’t we always approach others with empathy?

God’s plans for us don’t usually appear on our day planners and cell phones. God puts us in the paths of others who need our help. And, like the man in 28C, we are called to rise to the challenge.

Dear God, Who do you need me to help today? 

“There is no exercise better for the heart than reaching down and lifting people up.”  ~Rev John Haynes Holmes, prominent Unitarian minister and pacifist, founding member of the NAACP & ACLU (1879-1964)

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