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Articles: Moral Stories | My Father's Gift
- Mr. Kiran Ravuri
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December 24th, 2000:
“The English couple in Row 30 wants some tea.”
“Okay, I’ll take care of them.”
Janet Pierce and Donna Stapleton moved smoothly around each other in the forward galley of the 747. Lunch had been served and cleared away, and most of the passengers on the Christmas Eve afternoon flight from Brussels to New York were dozing, reading, or watching a movie.
The flight attendants, friends since meeting during their airline training two years ago, now shared an apartment on New York’s West Side but sometimes didn’t see each other for weeks. Because seniority determines flight assignments and vacations, both women knew they would be working the holidays, so they had bid for the same December schedule.
Janet delivered the English couple’s tea. On her way back up the aisle, she noticed in Row 22 an old man sitting alone, looking out the window, lost in thought.
Janet continued up the aisle, then glanced back again before stepping into the galley.
“Donna,” Janet said, her voice low, “did you notice the man in 22A?”
Donna leaned out of the galley and counted rows. “White hair, white moustache, expensive suit? What about him?”
“Well, he can’t be flying because of work—he’s too old,” Janet said. “And he doesn’t act like someone on vacation, either. There’s something more, something else—you can see it in his face.”
“Then why don’t you walk back there and tell him you’re so curious that you’ve just got to know why he’s on this flight?”
Janet pulled out a small tray, put some creams and sugars on it, and picked up the coffee pot. “Maybe he’d like some more coffee.”
“Same thing, ”Donna said. “See you in an hour.”
Janet filled three other cups on her way back to Row 22. The cup in front of the old man was empty.
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