The irony wasn’t lost on me. BREATHING. That was what started this whole story on that fateful flight.

“Miss, please! Someone help her!” A loud cry pierced the aisle.

The memory of that flight two years ago was still crystal clear. I was doing my regular checks in business class when I heard the panic in a man’s voice. Three rows ahead, an elderly woman was clutching her throat, her face turning an alarming shade of red.

“She’s choking!” another passenger shouted, half-rising from his seat.

My training kicked in instantly. I rushed to her side, positioning myself behind her seat. The other flight attendant, Maris, was already radioing for any medical professionals on board.