Back in my seat, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Why would someone struggling himself offer me a seat upgrade?
Then the flight attendant returned. “The gentleman in 22B asked if you’d be willing to speak with him.”
I walked back. He looked up and offered a tentative smile. “Hey. Thanks for not making a scene.”
“I wasn’t expecting to see you,” I said.
“Life’s weird like that,” he replied. “Mind if I talk for a minute?”
I leaned on the seat in front of him.
“I wanted to apologize,” he said. “For how things ended.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“I was under pressure—investors, bad decisions. I should’ve been honest, but I wasn’t. I scapegoated you.”
I stayed quiet.
He looked down. “I sold the company last year for scraps. Lost almost everything—house, marriage, the works.”
I blinked. I hadn’t expected that.
“I’ve had time to reflect,” he said. “When I saw you today, I thought—maybe I get a chance to say sorry. Maybe that’s grace.”Continue reading…
