Random acts of kindness

I have only not written this immediately, because I still tear up every time it think of how wonderful all the people were who helped me get home from India. My friends and family of course, and I adore you all the more, but in-between the Bangalore airport and finally arriving in JFK 23 hours later, was a lot of sick, pathetically weak me, needing compassion and help and getting it. I did my best, truly, but it wasn’t very good considering I had checked myself out of the hospital against my doctors advice. I was pretty much a feverish lump with a pulse. She really didn’t think I was well enough to travel, and I’m certain she was right, not without help. I’m pretty sure I looked like deaths door, but instead of dread or fear, I was met with offers of help as people asked if I was ok.

Lufthansa’s flight crews were wonderful. Doting on me, with teas and crackers, extra blankets, stretching out in their private areas. My seat mate from Bangalore ensured I was taken care of in Frankfort to make my next flight, as there was only 50 minutes, a jaunt through security and need of a wheelchair. He soothed my rattled nerves on board as well, my coping skills were spent and old fears of flying had crept into my thoughts, he saw it, and occupied me with conversation until he knew I was tired enough to rest and sleep. Once on the way to New York, my legs swelled on board the next flight from my electrolyte imbalances and the air pressure. It was very painful and terrifying, but the crew called out to all the doctors on board. They not only came forward, but read through my medical reports, checked my vitals and assured me I would make it to New York alive. One German surgeon stayed with me, for pretty much the rest of the flight, ensuring I was alright, abating my anxiety.

My wheelchair and attendant in NYC’s JFK was a charioteer, gently but quickly getting me through customs and baggage all the way to my husband and then helped us out to the car. I’m pretty sure world records were set for expedited customs and luggage. It was so needed. My prayers that day were for everything go flow smoothly and they were answered in the kindness of strangers. I thank you all from the depths of my soul. As much as this week has been one of physical recovery for me, it would have been so much worse, without the help I received. I am forever grateful xo.

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2 thoughts on “Random acts of kindness

  1. Oy P, what an Odyssey. And not a moment too soon, Lufthansa is on strike this week as you might know. Like they say, always trust your intuition, even against Doctor’s orders. Hope you are feeling stronger.

    • Yes Maria, I’m doing better everyday, home is the best medicine:) I was watching for the strike with Lufthansa all last week, just another wrinkle hunh? Hopefully, soon enough I’ll be back on the mat and enjoying Mexican food! Baby steps. I had pizza last night..yum! Though I do love Indian cuisine, I was very much missing some of my usual staples and can’t wait for my belly to catch up and be ready to indulge again! Lol.

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