On the Airplane

While jetting home from Europe to California, you tend to make friends with those around you

since you are all stuck together for 10 + hours. I just so happened to be sitting next to a man

who had a story to tell...

I opened up to his story because it seemed like one that needed to be told and one that held weight.

He began by mentioning that his wife had passed away a year ago due to cancer, and 

with pain in his eyes, you could tell he was still hurting. He went on to tell me the story of his

wife growing up with her mom and grandmother in Poland during WWII. 

By some miracle, all three women survived the Nazi attack with the help of a friend who

took them in and said they were Christians. Because of that woman's bravery and

courage, all three women survived and went on to live free and beautiful lives.

He went back to the town that his wife stayed in for the duration of the Nazi occupation

and was greeted with a welcome display of affection and love by the people of the town.

There were news crews and newspaper reporters lining up to hear about the Americans

that were visiting to finally meet the amazing woman who saved his wife and 

her family. They were celebrities in a town that had nothing but gave everything.

It was the kind of story that novels are written about. It was a story that could 

change your perspective on life and help you realize that people can be so

wonderfully good. 

He shared this story with me and I wanted to share it with all of you (though the condensed

version). I hope this story gave you a bit of hope in a world that really needs

a good lifting of spirits. 

{The photo is one I took in Lucca that has nothing really to do with the story other 

than it is a public display of love and this story is filled with love}