From roughwighting
On one of my hold-my-breath-until-we-land flights a few months ago, I was the last passenger to enter the plane (my normal routine) and sat next to a nice-looking man who barely looked up.
But I looked him up and down, gauging how well the flight would go. Not garrulous, check. Not nervous, check. Not a drinker, check. All good to go.
But as I placed my purse under my seat and opened my book, I took offense. Perhaps this man – mid-30s – dismissed me already for being one of those things: a talker or a nervous flier or worse, just an “older woman” who was – dismissible.
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Absolutely beautiful. Especially this week, post like this reminds us there is love and hope out there. We need to open our eyes, and when found, share it.
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I loved this. There is such a lesson in it. Thanks for reblogging from Diana’s page.
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