An old man sat waiting for his flight

An old man sat alone in the waiting area on the concourse in Denver, prior to the departure of our flight to Spokane. I sat across from him, and after exchanging tentative smiles, asked him if Spokane was his home. He said no, but he had, once every couple years or so, attempted to attend his grandson’s school games. He added, "This is probably the last, because I’m getting to old to travel."

Soon all of us first class and "Premier Plus" members were allowed to pre-board and I thought about the old guy as I sat there waiting takeoff while others boarded in my first class seat, and when the old fella entered the pane, I exchanged tickets. He took my first class seat, muttering, "I never been in first class." I think maybe even his eyes were a little wet.

And it was SUCH a simple thing to do!

I trooped back with his ticket, and sat squeezed into the middle seat in the cattle-class section at the very back of the plane. And honestly, I can say that I have ever had a more satisfying trip.

This whole idea about acts of kindness, isn't really for the other guy at all. I think it somehow helps our own soul to soar.
There’s an old adage about the more you give, the more ....