Last night, on the plane, I was freezing. As I struggled to stretch my jacket around me, the man I'd been chatting with, who sat next to me, spoke.
"Are you cold? I have a leather coat in my carry-on. I could get it out and you could put it over you," he said.
I had been facilitating meetings all day. Then I flew from Tulsa, ran to a connection in Houston and barely made it on the plane back to LA. I was exhausted.
"You know what?" I said. "I would love to borrow your coat. Thank you so much," I responded.
After I snuggled under the coat and began to drift off to sleep, I wondered, when was the last time a stranger was kind to you?
3 years ago