"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
"My mind races. What have I forgotten? What did we do wrong? Am I losing my seat? Is someone complaining already?... My mind immediately throttles to hyper-drive."
"I couldn’t walk around with a sign that said, ‘Flying alone with twins to say goodbye to my dying father while also leaving behind my other two daughters.’"
"His phone was maybe 12 inches from my face and he proceeded to text someone that he was sitting next to 'a smelly fatty.' Before I knew it, I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face."
"I started crying on the plane... I was not telling my story to solicit money, and never intended to walk out of that flight with anything other than my carry on."
