On My Last Flight, a 7-Year-Old Boy Kept Kicking My Seat — Nothing Could Calm Him Down, Until I Made One Simple Decision That Changed Everything
The Flight I Wanted to Forget It happened on my last business trip — one of those endless travel days where time blurs together and exhaustion feels permanent. I’d been on the move for twelve hours, running on instant coffee and pure willpower. All I wanted was six hours of silence between clouds. When I…