I Cried on a Flight and a Stranger Comforted Me

Josphine27 Oct, 2025Travel

The crumpled tissue in my hand was a tiny, damp flag of surrender. I was that person on the flight, the one trying and failing to stifle quiet sobs somewhere over the Atlantic. The week had been a perfect storm of stress, culminating in a frantic, pre-dawn drive to Manchester Airport. My mind was a chaotic loop of everything I’d probably forgotten to pack and the logistics I’d left behind.