I missed my first flight to LA yesterday and had to take a later one. I was really upset, but now I understand why it happened. When I finally got to baggage claim at LAX, I went to the bathroom to check my makeup and heard a woman crying very loudly. I wanted to say something like, “It’ll be okay,” but I was nervous, and she was speaking Spanish, so I wasn’t sure if she would understand me. I left, then came back to the bathroom four times while waiting for my bags because the flight was full. I heard her say, “But the bus doesn’t come until tomorrow.” My heart sank, so I asked if she had Zelle or CashApp to send money. She said no. Then I asked if I could pay for a hotel for her until tomorrow. She stopped crying and opened the stall door — and I saw the sleeping kids with her. I felt so happy to help, knowing I’d be spending my little money on something important. She rode with me to the Marriott, and I got her a room. I wanted to share this because I kept thinking, “How many people heard her crying for hours, didn’t know there were kids, and just kept walking by?” I’m really glad I said something because she was so sweet and thankful, and she had babies with her.
Credit: Cyn Symoné
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