My brother is covered in tattoos, and loves fart jokes.
Recently, while traveling, I was sitting behind him on a small aircraft, reading a book about Buddhism, and contemplating Karma.
My attention was drawn to the seats in front of us, as the concerned stewards called for any medical personnel to please make themselves known.
An EMT certification very quickly made my brother the most medically qualified person on board.
From my anonymous vantage point I watched my littlest brother. Working with the grace, confidence and maturity born of an old soul. He helped the patient, and instilled confidence in his wife. With an easy smile, he managed the situation.
I watched the flight attendants faces change, from secret panic to confidence. Smiling and nodding at us passengers in the vicinity.
He offered without hesitation. Without thought of reward.
I got to watch my wonderful brother plant the seeds of later good fortune.
I hastily looked out at the bright shiny wing.
And cried.
Awwww I loved reading this
ReplyDeletelesson learned: never judge a book by its cover
ReplyDeleteyes. I thought that as well...and also, I was just so proud of him! and the timing! well.... I was literally THINKING about selfless acts, and while crammed in the window seat afforded me little opportunity to engage in one myself, this was...well... goose bumpy.
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Sierra. The Gare man is truly a piece of work. Keep the posts coming. Enjoying them. But please don't dis the Lord. You'll need him someday.
ReplyDeleteUncle Charlie