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Seat 2D

Baby.
Sick baby.
Sick baby on a plane.
Sick baby on a plane on my flight.
Oh no! 

We’ve all been there, trapped on a flight with a screaming child, shrinking into our headphones, preparing to suffer for the next few hours however long the flight takes. Or if he’s not screaming, we mumble the mantra “I hope the kid doesn’t cry.” Because nothing, except maybe a toothache, seems more painful than. Being trapped. With a baby. With a baby on my flight.

This baby on a plane tale has a different story arc, however. Facebook exploded with shares about an anonymous gentleman on an American Airlines flight.

The flight attendant came over and told me you were waiting to switch seats. You were giving up your comfortable, first class seat to us.

Kelsey Zwick (on Facebook)

Kelsey Zwick & Lucy (via Facebook)

One thoughtful, generous first class passenger switched seats, giving his to a woman encumbered with a baby wearing oxygen tubing on a flight from Orlando, Florida to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Kelsey Zwick was transporting her 11-month old daughter, Lucy, to Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia to be treated for chronic lung disease. Narrow, crowded coach seats hardly seat an adult comfortably let alone one with a baby on her lap. A stranger saw this and thought the mother and child would be more comfortable in first class. Now that’s class!

Having never flown first class, my thoughts wandered to the price of a first class seat. They aren’t discounted. Rarely can one be obtained for a mileage award. Even if someone had gifted him the seat, giving it up would have been somewhat painful. My point is, this likely cost the donor some bucks or caused discomfort! Other thoughts swarmed around “Wow.” Would I have been so prescient, so generous of spirit, to give up my comfort — the amount I paid! — for someone I didn’t know? someone I hadn’t met?

I like to think of myself as kind, maybe a bit noble (cough cough). But when faced with the question I just asked, I admit I would not have given my seat. I’ve given up my seat on the subway, ceded my place in line in a store, yielded to other traffic, and the like. Those actions have no monetary value; at worst they cost me some discomfort or time. When it comes to parting with substance or chattel I’m more chary. I think it comes from feeling like I will miss out on something. Mr. 2D saw a situation and did not compute a balance sheet. For whatever reason, he saw a situation and acted. He rose to the occasion.

Things to think about:
Can I be more charitable? More thoughtful? More giving? How can I rise to occasions — no, not just rise, but clearly see occasions — where I can be a giver, beyond my comfort? How can I be a more sensitive citizen of this world where superficial looks glance off people and on to the next interesting thing? How can I feel more deeply? Will there be a time when I will not calculate my potential “loss” into my equation of giving?

 

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Cold Games

I've got a stuffy nose” by William Brawley, used under CC BY 2.0

“I’ve got a stuffy nose”
Day 59, Project 365 – 12.18.09” by William Brawley, used under CC BY 2.0 

Poor me. I have a cold. Sneezing. Coughing. Achy. Runny eyes and nose. It’s the season. Tea with honey, tea with lemon. No dairy. Well, maybe ice cream….

Chicken soup! (Not at the same time as the ice cream, though.)

I thought of a way to get through the experience. Make it fun The Price Is Right-style, 1 with games and prize levels! Here are some of the games I’m dreaming up.

  • Tissue toss. Aim for the wastebasket across the room without missing it.
  • Tissue pile. Variation on Tissue toss. How high can you pile them before they scatter everywhere?
  • Tea consumption test. See how long you can go without visiting the toilet after drinking numerous cups of tea.
  • Where’s my Chapstick™? Locate the missing cylinder before your lips crack completely.
  • Hold that cough! Amaze your family with creative grimaces while stifling coughs.
  • Kleenex™ Countdown. Find creative ways to conserve the last 5 tissues in the last box in the house.
  • Chicken soup round-up. Compare your grandmother’s chicken soup with your own recipe, the local deli’s, and that of your nice neighbor.Matzah balls get extra points.

  • Rate that ache. Aching head, sore chest from coughing. Rank the pains and chart them over the day.
  • Startled situps. Count how many times you wake suddenly from a need to cough and sit up abruptly. Extra points for waking your spouse.
  • Chloraseptic™ croak. Record your singing with your sore throat. Spray Chloraseptic™. Record singing again. Which is better?
  • What color is my…? This can be played using various bodily effluvia.
  • Sick days giveaway. Count how many sick days you are wasting while keeping everyone in your office safe from your germs.
  • Sleep marathon. Try to sleep. How long can you sleep when all you want to do is sleep but you need to rise for the bathroom, another cup of tea, or from coughing spasms?
  • Cough syrup countdown. Will you go without coughing for 6 hours before taking another dose?
  • Painkiller pursuit. Find that Tylenol™ tablet that rolled out of your hand and under the bathroom sink.
  • Lung lifts. Breathe. Don’t inhale deeply. Breathe again.
  • Why me? Venture into the philosophical when you ponder the age-old question “why me” when you’re the only one who gets sick and your spouse is never sick. (“Vengeance from a Higher Power” may not be used as an answer. It’s a virus.)

And there you have it. The Cold Games™. (I am so clever I crack myself up.)

What can you come up with?


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1. The Price Is Right (TPIR) seems to inspire a lot of my imagination.  “I want to go to California and be a contestant on TPIR.” https://batya7.wordpress.com/2015/01/06/a-n-e-w-car/ (“A N-E-W Car!”)

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