Flying alone with my baby, Ethan, after losing my husband, David, was already overwhelming. As Ethan cried nonstop due to teething pain, I did everything to comfort him, but nothing worked. The other passengers’ glares burned into me, and then the man beside me snapped.
“Take your screaming baby to the bathroom and stay there,” he yelled loud enough for the whole cabin to hear. Humiliated, I gathered my things and started down the aisle, ready to hide in the restroom, when a tall man in a suit stopped me. With kind eyes, he guided me to an empty seat in business class. In the peaceful space, I calmed Ethan, who finally fell asleep.
