Monday, January 28, 2019
What Goes Around, Comes Around
Yesterday was an interesting travel day. I am attending a conference in the lovely Pocano Mountains in Pennsylvania. My husband was asking why they would have it in PA in January. I think he was hoping for warm weather. That is partly because we are from the west and the mountains are big and the passes are more difficult. It was an easy drive on highway the entire way though and the mountains are more like hills. You are gradually climbing. I kept thinking how gorgeous it must be in the fall with all the colorful leaves on the many, many trees.
My husband, Craig was returning from a business trip and was going to meet me at Newark airport. His flight would get in about an hour before mine and then he would be able to come with me. Yay!
I got up at 4am Boise time and went to the airport and had no issues getting on my flight. I benefit from Craig's air miles and am a lifetime 1K so I am able to get on the plane first. I got on the plane, found my seat and put my briefcase in the overhead bin. I then take my seat. People start coming in (I am a people watcher) and eventually the flight attendant starts shutting all the overhead compartments. I hear her say they are almost all full to one of her fellow workers.
A young woman comes down the aisle and opens one of the FULL compartments and takes out someone elses coat and backpack from within. She then asks the man underneath to get up and help her. He gets up and after she has put in her suitcase asks him to fit in the backpack and coat. There is a TINY space. He puts it on its side and squishes it in, rolls up the coat and shoves it in then shuts the lid. She does not thank him, matter of fact she doesn't even wait to see if it fits. I am rather astonished at her attitude.
Where does she sit? Right next to me. I always sit on the aisle because I have a bad knee and like looking ahead so I do not get sick. There was a gentleman sitting by the window. She sits down and proceeds to take one of her many little bags and eat her lunch. Okay. That is fine. She has an enormous coat with a fur hood and she tries to rest but is having a hard time. The gentleman by the window wants to plug in his phone (did I mention this was a 3.5 hour flight?) to watch a movie. He asks the flight attendant how to do this. She tells him its down low between seats. He tries for about 7-10 minutes to find the spot but can't. SO the young woman yells at him. "Can you see I have NO ROOM here?! She turns to me and vents, "It shouldn't take that long to do that. I am going to get another seat. I mean be considerate of others!"
I have to admit to being a bit shocked by the whole thing. So amazing that she doesn't even see the connection to her own self being inconsiderate. I suggested that she could help him find the place to plug in his phone. Maybe turn on his light for him. About a half hour later she got up and asked to move elsewhere.
Wow. Just wow.
When I got off the flight, I met my husband in baggage claim. He asked how my flight was, and I told him the scene. He said, "If we believed in karma, which we don't, you'd say, it's karma." I said,"or the old saying - what goes around, comes around". Then thought about the golden rule "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" and the scripture it comes from in Matthew 7:12 "In everything, therefore, treat people the same way you want them to treat you, for this is the Law and the Prophets".
We have to constantly think of others first. I am sure I fail at this far too often. It is something for all of us to consider.
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