A father and his young daughter soon occupied the two seats beside me. The little girl’s eyes lit up at the sight of the window but quickly dimmed with disappointment when she realized it wasn’t hers. As the engines hummed to life, the father leaned over the armrest politely yet firmly. “Would you mind switching seats so my daughter can have the window?” he asked.
A Quiet Moment at 30,000 Feet Taught Me the Real Meaning of Self-Respect
