Sweltering Hot

Sweltering Hot

The plane was sweltering hot

Only 15 minutes to board 

Made it by a sliver

Already sweating

From the sprint 

Through the Memphis airport

Immediate frustration 

Entered the plane

Dripping with sweat

No air

The plane was sweltering hot

Parched lips

Trying not to stroke out 

On the journey back to the far reaches of the plane

Wanting to curse

Sweat rolling down my back 

Looked up

Down she came

Her baby girl screaming

Bag in tow

She flopped down in front of me

Hot and frazzled

Her beautiful baby girl screaming 

Like she was on fire

Bag left in the isle

People were tripped over the bag

Stepped on the bag

Gave her crusty glares

Mumbling expletives 

She was trying to get buckled

Soothe her daughter 

And get a snack 

From the bag 

Continuously being stepped on 

A blanket needed for her screaming baby

The plane was sweltering hot

Tempers flared

Step

Trip

Clunk

Sigh

Heave

Grump

All those people smacked into her bag

I was sitting 

Watching 

Thinking in my head

“What is wrong with these people? 

Can’t they see she needs a little help?”

OH

She needs help

I smack my forehead and lean in

“Can I help you put your bag away?”

A sigh of relief

Kind blue eyes looked up at me

Baby girl still screaming on lap

Frantic tears 

“I was hoping the stewardess would come”

“Why don’t you let me help you, do you have everything you need for her?” 

“Yes”

Relief, a sniff- was trying to brush tears away

I zipped up her bag and found space for it over another isle

“Thank you so much”

She touched my arm as I walked past her to sit down

I buckled in

Mumbling under my breath

“I get it, I’m listening, use me.”

The plane was sweltering hot

A simple act of service

A minor effort on a sweltering hot plane

Helping a stranger in some small way

The plane was sweltering hot

I was suddenly refreshed and cool

Author: Jeni McCreary

Many have shared that I am the strongest woman they know. I would disagree... when life kicks you in the teeth there is only one place to look and that is UP. Life within the last six years has been difficult in having lost my father, mother, step-mom, two brothers, nephew, mother-in-law & five beloved dogs. Grief can alter your trajectory a bit...so I write. This blog will be my random thoughts, my hopes, my dreams, defining my strength and my faith. I'm honest, raw and real. If you don't like that... that's ok...I'm writing more for me than you. Maybe someone will find this blog and my words will help you in some small way.

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