In March 2019 I was living in Austin, Texas and I jolted awake and checked my phone to see my sister called which if you know my sister that's not normal. I called her back and found out my dad had a heart attack and was headed to the hospital.

I immediately book a flight and my mom (she was visiting me in ATX, they are divorced) drove me to the airport. I was a wreck. I'm super close with my Dad and was terrified I'd never see him again.

Enter kind stranger.

On the flight over I was in and out of moments of crying so I was wearing sunglasses during the flight. Sitting next to me was a man, maybe 25 years old, and even though we hadn't even spoken a word to each other I asked him if he would hold my hand. I needed to feel a human connection in that moment of feeling so lost and scared.

He didn't even hesitate and held my hand for a good portion of the flight. At one point I started to feel bad because my hand was sweaty so I let go and we talked for a bit and I told him why I was so distraught and he just listened and was a person I really needed in that moment