A poor old woman decided to fly business class to get closer to her son. However, she faced rejection from passengers on board until they discovered her true identity.
Rhea felt self-conscious. The old woman had gotten on the first plane to leave the airport that morning, and she sat in a seat in business class where the well-to-do folks stayed.
As she entered the cabin, nobody spared her a glance, but when she located her seat and sat, eyes turned towards her. The reason was simple; she stood out like a sore thumb.
Where the other men and women present all wore fancy and expensive-looking clothes, Rhea wore her old, broken-in clothes — it was her best, but it looked drab compared to what the others were wearing.
The man next to her had his face completely buried in a newspaper when she sat down, so he did not quickly notice her. When he put down the issue, he looked to his side and winced at her appearance, then he signaled a flight attendant.
“What is this?” he asked, pointing to Rhea.
The flight attendant looked a bit mortified at the man’s tone, but after verifying the woman’s seat number, she faced the man and replied, “This passenger took a seat according to the ticket she paid for.”
The man looked like he would vomit at any minute because of Rhea’s presence, and before he even proceeded to talk, he unfolded a pristine handkerchief and used it to cover his nose. Then he said, “I don’t know what’s on her ticket, but I bought a seat in business class to get away from people like her, now it just feels like I’m in a cheap alley with homeless people.”
The altercation had gotten the attention of many in the cabin, and some seemed to be in support of the man. One plump woman bedecked from her head to her feet in jewelry piped up.
“If I wanted to fly with such riff-raff, I would buy an economy class ticket,” she said, and a murmur of agreement moved through the passengers.
The murmur quickly took on a life of its own and soon led to a squabble the attendant tried to quell, but the rich folks would not hear of it — the woman had to go.
“Can’t you see she doesn’t belong here?” one man said.
“Is this how low this airline has fallen? How can such a person afford the bill?” another asked.
“We want her gone and we want a formal apology for allowing us to come into contact with such filth,” the man beside Rhea said.
He and a few other passengers were on their feet and refused to sit until they got what they wanted. Rhea sat there, listening to them arguing and trampling all over her dignity.
“I’m okay, this too shall pass,” she kept repeating under her breath like a mantra.
Still, she heard how they spoke of her, and it hurt her very deeply that people could be so cruel. Before she knew it, sad tears cascaded down her slightly wrinkled cheeks.
“Perhaps I’ll just leave,” Rhea thought, then started to gather her things with shaky hands.
As she stood up to go, she stumbled, and rather than catch her as instinct should have made him, the man beside her flinched away as if to avoid getting splattered with mud.
Rhea fell to her knees and inadvertently spilled the contents of her purse. She started to collect her things with trembling hands, knowing she was the focus of everyone in the cabin.
An expensively dressed old lady who had been sleeping peacefully until the ruckus woke her got up from her seat and also went down on her knees to help Rhea.
At that, the cabin went silent, and the passengers stared dumbfounded as one of them treated Rhea like a human. The first thing the woman picked up was a passport photograph of a little boy.
“Thank you very much,” Rhea whispered as she collected it from her.
“This is my son,” she said with a teary smile, still on her knees. “He is the pilot of this plane.”
“He must have grown up to become a handsome young man,” the rich old woman said.
“How could I know? I had to give him up for adoption when he was just five because I had no means to take care of him.” As she spoke, tears fell from her eyes, and the cabin remained silent.
“I’ve been looking for him for years but I’ve not been able to find him. Recently, I found out he became a pilot so I started to go from airport to airport looking for him. Today I found him but the only way I could get close to him was by boarding this flight.”
Rhea looked up at the people around, most of whom averted their eyes shamefully, then she continued.
“I’m sorry for making you all feel uncomfortable but I just wanted to be as close to my son as possible which is why I saved up my money to get this chance. The business class is closer to him and I’ve never flown before so I thought it would make a great birthday gift for myself.”
The passengers listened to her story, and by the time she stopped talking, many were crying. Rhea got up eventually and went with the flight attendants, who were hell-bent on introducing her to her son.
“What if he doesn’t want to see me?” she asked, resisting their urging. “What if he hates me for abandoning him?” Before the flight attendant could speak, the man who had been against her sitting beside him beat her to it.
“You had no choice, I believe he will understand that,” he said before quickly diving behind his newspaper again. He was also ashamed. Rhea left with the flight attendant to finally meet her son.
After some time, a man’s voice was heard on the plane. “This is the captain speaking… there is a special person flying on this plane — my mom, and it’s her birthday today.”
Everyone applauded the old lady, and those who had ridiculed her before apologized for their mistake. When the plane landed, the pilot, whose name was Joseph, met up with his mother, and finally, after many years of estrangement, Rhea held her son again.
What did we learn from this story?
Choose to be kind. When the man beside Rhea started to clamor for her to leave the cabin, others joined in, and even though the woman had done nothing, they may have succeeded in making her leave. The only person who did not do what they did was another old woman. She stood up for Rhea even though she could easily have just joined the haughty passengers, and her decision changed everything.
Never give up. Rhea looked for her son for years but could not locate him; however, that did not stop her. She kept looking, and she was ready to do anything to meet him, including saving up her hard-earned money for an expensive business class flight. Her perseverance and sacrifices were rewarded in the end, and she was able to meet him.
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Eldery Lady Forbids Anyone to Touch Old Trinket Box until Day She Dies — Story of the Day
Catherine Davis never let anyone have access to her old trinket box. But when her neighbor Lucy opened it after her death, she was taken aback by what was inside.
Catherine Davis was 90 years old, lonely, and had spent almost her entire life in poverty. Her only helping hands in old age had been her neighbor Lucy, who helped her around the house and looked after her, and Lucy’s children, who often referred to her as Grandma and spent time with her.
One day, when Lucy was cleaning Catherine’s room, she noticed a beautiful trinket box on a shelf. The woman brought it down and began inspecting it out of curiosity, but Catherine saw her. “Lucy!” she yelled, screaming at the top of her lungs. “Since when did you start touching my things without permission?”
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“There’s nothing like that, ma’am,” Lucy explained. “The box was covered in dust, so I just decided to clean it. By the way, where did you get this from? It’s quite pretty.”
Catherine stepped forward and snatched the box from her grasp. “That is none of your concern, young lady. Anyway, I believe you have completed your cleaning for the day. You should leave right now.”
“But I was just…” Before Lucy could say anything, Catherine cut her off. “Please leave now!”
What does that box even hold? I’ve never seen her get so possessive over anything, Lucy pondered, looking into Catherine’s eyes, which appeared more worried and sad than upset.
“Do I need to repeat myself? Please leave!” Catherine screamed again.
“Oh no, I’m sorry for troubling you,” Lucy said as she hurriedly packed all her belongings and left.
That night at home, whenever Lucy tried to sleep, her thoughts kept returning to the old box. It appeared old but it had a lovely silver shine and an intricate pattern engraved on it. Was it given to Catherine by someone she cared about deeply? But if that’s the case, why would she keep it hidden? She’s told me everything about her life, hasn’t she? she wondered.
The following day, when Lucy visited Catherine, she decided to apologize to her. The woman reasoned that it had to be something personal to Catherine and that she shouldn’t have touched it without her permission. But Catherine didn’t open the door.
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“Are you there, ma’am?” Lucy called out. “It’s me, Lucy.” No replies came. Worried, Lucy dashed to the backyard to see if Catherine was there, but it was deserted as if no one had ever lived there.
Although Catherine never left her home without informing Lucy, she thought maybe after what happened the day before, Catherine was upset with her and went out alone. But when she called Catherine’s phone, the ringing was coming from inside the house. At this point, Lucy was worried, so she called the cops.
As soon as they arrived, they broke down the door, and there was Catherine, unconscious. The cops summoned an ambulance, and she was taken to the hospital.
When Lucy paid a visit to Catherine in the hospital, the elderly lady couldn’t stop thanking her. “Thank you so much, Lucy! I wouldn’t be alive today if you didn’t arrive on time. Sorry for being rude yesterday.”
“Oh, no, that’s fine,” Lucy replied. “You should rest right now. We can talk about all of that later. You look quite weak.”
“Ah, honey, I don’t think I will make it out of here this time,” the old lady moaned. “In case something happens to me, I want you to have everything I own, including the old vintage trinket box. However, please open it after my death. I’m embarrassed by what I’ve done. The key can be found in the table cabinet. Consider it my final wish.”
“You shouldn’t say such stuff! You’re not going anywhere, understand?” Lucy started crying. But the next day, the old lady’s words proved true, and she left for her heavenly abode.
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Lucy organized her funeral, and after everyone had gone, the first thing she remembered was the box Catherine had left her. She dashed over to the shelf, grabbed it, and slid onto the bed. When she finally opened it, she was taken aback by what she found inside.
There was a vintage flute, silvery in color and as lovely as the box that housed it. Then there was an old dairy with a photograph of a young couple in it. After a closer look, she recognized the young woman was Catherine Davis. She had been quite happy and pretty in those days, unlike her old age when her face was riddled with dark circles and sunken cheeks.
But who is this young man? Was Catherine married? The woman wondered and began reading the diary. That’s when she realized why the old lady never let anyone touch it.
It turns out Catherine had fallen in love with a poor talented musician and wanted to marry him sooner, but the man insisted on marrying only after establishing himself because he wanted a comfortable life for his future family. Meanwhile, Catherine’s parents arranged for her to marry a wealthy man.
She was initially hesitant to accept the arranged marriage. But then, she saw the opportunity as retaliation for her lover’s refusal to marry her and agreed to the wedding despite the young musician’s pleadings.
However, when she received the silver flute as a wedding gift from her love, along with a note about how much he missed her, she fled and returned to him. But then another tragedy struck her, and she learned he’d died in a car accident.
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Catherine was heartbroken, and when she returned home, her parents refused to accept her. So she spent some time with her grandparents, and when they died, she worked part-time jobs until her old age, when she had to rely on her savings to survive.
As Lucy turned the last page of the diary, she found a note addressed to her. “Thank you for looking after me, Lucy,” it said. “And please accept my apologies if I was impolite. All the while, I kept a diary of my entire life because I couldn’t get over my first love, and whenever I read about him, I’m happy that, even though I was late, I chose him over someone else.
“But you know, this diary is quite full of tragic memories, and I didn’t want to mention you here because, unlike what I faced in the past, I have been happy since I met you. So I decided to write down my thoughts in this note today. Thank you for loving and caring for me. I’m glad I met you. With love, Catherine Davis.”
Lucy’s eyes welled up as she finished reading the diary. The older woman’s flute was worth thousands of dollars, but she preferred to remain impoverished rather than sell it for a better life because it was a reminder of her ex-lover.
Catherine, I will not let your sacrifice go to waste! Lucy vowed to herself. And the next day, the woman decided to donate the flute to the museum of arts, which now houses the flute and a stone engraved with Catherine’s love story.
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What can we learn from this story?
- Life is entirely unexpected. Catherine’s tragic love story is a brilliant example of this.
- Learn to be kind and helpful, the way Lucy helped Catherine.
If you enjoyed this story, you might like this one about a little boy who pays for a starving old lady’s groceries and asks her to make a wish.
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