As the plane continued its journey, I managed to soothe my son into a fitful nap, feeling somewhat restored by the solidarity of the unexpected ally. The flight seemed to settle into a quieter rhythm, and I was able to take a few deep breaths and relax for the first time since takeoff.

When the plane finally landed, I caught up with the bearded man at the baggage claim. I wanted to thank him properly for his kindness, which had turned a difficult situation into a more bearable one. “Thank you for standing up for me,” I said, feeling the sincerity in my voice. “I really needed that.”