It was one of those exhausting business trips where all I wanted was quiet and sleep. After takeoff, I reclined my seat without thinking—until a soft voice behind me said, “Would you mind not leaning back? I’m having trouble breathing.” I turned to see a pregnant woman, and instead of showing patience, I brushed her off. She didn’t complain, just folded her hands over her belly, and her silence weighed on me for the rest of the flight.
When we landed, a flight attendant gently told me the woman had been unwell and that small gestures, like not reclining, truly help. Shame washed over me. I realized how often we choose comfort over compassion. Since then, I’ve tried to travel—and live—differently: asking before reclining, offering help, choosing kindness. That flight taught me that real comfort comes from caring for others.
