Boy didn’t stop kicking our seat during a very long Flight – Here’s what my dad did

Hi everyone, I’m Evelyn from Minnesota, and I have a story that will make you think twice before boarding a plane again. My dad and I were traveling from Alberta to Minneapolis. What started as a cozy and comfortable flight soon turned into a nightmare, all thanks to a little boy and his oblivious parents.

The Kicking Begins

About 40 minutes into our flight, a boy, probably around ten years old, started kicking my seat. At first, I thought it was a joke. I turned around and politely asked, “Hey buddy, can you please stop? I really want to enjoy my flight.” His parents shot me a weird look while the kid made a face, but I thought he got the memo.

Five minutes later, the kicking resumed, more relentless than before. This time, he was hitting both my seat and my dad’s. My dad, always the calm and composed man, politely asked the boy to stop as well. And he did… for about ten seconds. Then, it started again. Bam. Bam. Bam.

The Audacity of the Parents

My dad decided not to call the flight attendant. Instead, he reclined his seat as far as it could go. The boy, unable to kick anymore, started whining to his parents. The parents, instead of controlling their son, asked my dad to put his seat back up. “Our son should enjoy his flight too,” they insisted.

My dad politely refused. The audacity of these parents was beyond belief. They had the nerve to call the flight attendant on us. This is where things took an interesting turn.

The Flight Attendant’s Intervention

The boy’s father complained to the flight attendant, “This man put his seat back, and my son is uncomfortable!”

The flight attendant, maintaining her professional demeanor, turned to my dad. “Would you like to keep your seat reclined?” she asked.

“Yes, please,” my dad replied.

“Well then, we have no problem here,” she said, addressing the boy’s parents.

But the drama didn’t end there. The boy’s father was furious and demanded that the flight attendant make my dad put his seat up. The flight attendant explained that passengers are entitled to recline their seats if they wish. Frustrated, the boy’s father started raising his voice, causing a scene.

The Lesson

The flight attendant, seeing that the situation was escalating, called for backup. Another flight attendant and a senior crew member arrived. They listened to both sides of the story and then made a decision that shocked the boy’s parents.

“If your son cannot behave appropriately, we will have to ask you to move to different seats,” the senior crew member said firmly. “We have received multiple complaints about your son’s behavior.”

The boy’s parents, realizing they were outnumbered and outmatched, reluctantly agreed to move to the back of the plane. The boy’s father muttered something under his breath, but they gathered their belongings and moved.

As they walked past us, the boy shot us a defiant look. My dad smiled and said, “Next time, listen when someone asks you politely.” The boy’s face turned red, and he hurried after his parents.

Peace at Last

With the disruptive family relocated, the rest of the flight was peaceful. The flight attendants even checked on us a couple of times, ensuring we were comfortable. My dad and I enjoyed the rest of our journey, grateful that the situation had been handled so well.

When we landed in Minneapolis, we saw the boy and his parents again at baggage claim. They avoided eye contact with us, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. My dad had taught them a valuable lesson in respect and consideration for others.

Reflection

This experience reminded me of the importance of standing up for oneself and others. My dad’s calm but firm response to the situation not only resolved the immediate problem but also set a precedent for how to handle such issues in the future. It’s a lesson I’ll carry with me for the rest of my life.

Traveling can be stressful, and we all need to be considerate of those around us. Hopefully, the boy and his parents learned that lesson too.

A Blind Elderly Woman Asked Me to Walk Her Home — The Next Day, Her Sons Showed Up on My Doorstep with the Police

It had been six months since I had lost my father, and while life went on, the sadness remained.

I found peace in visiting his tomb once a week and sharing with him things I could no longer say.

I stood by his grave with a bunch of white lilies, his favorite.

“Goodbye, Dad,” I muttered, wiping away a tear.

As I turned to go, I observed a thin figure standing a few rows away next to a recently dug grave. An elderly blind woman wearing a plain black outfit grasped a white cane.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” I said softly, approaching her. “Do you need help?”

She turned her head toward me, her lips curving into a slight smile. “Oh, thank you, dear. I’d appreciate it if you could walk me home. My sons were supposed to pick me up, but I think they’ve forgotten.”

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“Of course,” I said. “I’d be happy to help.”

She introduced herself as Kira. Her husband, Samuel, had pa:ss:ed away just days before.

“They didn’t even wait with me at the cemetery,” she continued bitterly. “My sons, Ethan and Mark. They said they’d come back in half an hour, but I waited two hours. Samuel always said they’d be the death of me, but I didn’t want to believe him.”

We arrived at her modest home, a charming brick house encircled by a rose garden. “Would you like to come inside for tea?” she inquired.

The inside was warm and pleasant, with faded photos on the walls. One drew my attention: a younger Kira and a man I guessed was Samuel, their hands intertwined, standing in front of the Eiffel Tower.

“Samuel installed cameras all over the house,” Kira explained as she poured tea. “He did not trust the boys.

I had no idea how much that small act of kindness would change my life.

The next morning, I was startled awake by a banging on my door. My heart raced as I stumbled out of bed, still half sleepy.

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I opened the door to discover two men looking at me, flanked by a police officer. One of the men, maybe 35, broad-shouldered and enraged, pointed at me. “That’s her! She was in our mother’s house yesterday!”

“I walked her home from the ce:m:etery yesterday.”

The younger of the two males, approximately 25, took a stride toward me, his face flushed with rage. “And then what? You decided to rob her blind?”

“Mom told us you were in her house. She said you stayed for tea. Who else would’ve taken the money and jewelry?”

“This has to be a mistake. I didn’t take anything!”

How had things gone so wrong?

Kira was already at the station, seated in a corner with her cane resting on her knee. Her face lit up when she spotted me.

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“Thank goodness,” she said, reaching out for my hand. “I told them you didn’t do it.” “And because they’re greedy.”

“Samuel installed cameras in the house, remember? Officer, I told you to check the recordings.”

Ethan’s face became pallid. “Mom, you don’t have to do this.”

“Oh, I think I do,” Kira shot back. “I’m tired of covering for you boys.”

One hour later, the corps returned carrying a laptop. “See?” I said, relief washing over me. “I didn’t take anything!”

Moments after my leaving, Ethan and Mark arrived in the picture, digging through drawers and cabinets. They emptied jewelry cases and took cash from an envelope stashed in a cookie jar.

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Ethan stammered, “We… we were looking for paperwork!”

The brothers were arrested on the scene and charged with larceny and making a fake report.

I was free to leave, but the encounter had left a bitter taste in my mouth. As I accompanied Kira home that evening, she opened up more about her family.

“Samuel adored them when they were younger,” she said. “But as they grew older, they changed. They became greedy, always asking for money, never giving back.”

In the weeks that followed the horrific incident, I found myself pulled to Kira’s house more frequently than I anticipated. Our original bond, formed in the most unlikely of circumstances, strengthened with each visit.

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“Maybe Samuel sent you to me.” Kira said.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For being my light in a dark moment.”

“Sometimes, strangers become family in ways you never expect.”

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