10/07/2025
I'm 34 (F), and my world came crashing down a little over a year ago. I lost my husband, David, in a car accident when I was six months pregnant.
A few months later, my son, Ethan, was born. I was living on welfare, and the grief over David was unbearable, so I spent the last of my money on an economy plane ticket to my mom.
Ethan had been crying nonstop since we boarded. Passengers sighed and rolled their eyes. The man next to me leaned over and snapped, "SHUT UP, BABY! DID I PAY FOR YOUR SCREAMING BABY TO FLY?!"
As I tried to quickly change my baby, hoping he would calm down, he giggled even louder:
"OH MY GOD, THAT'S GROSS!! Go to the bathroom and sit there with your baby until he falls asleep! OR BETTER YET, STAY THERE FOR THE REST OF THE FLIGHT!"
My hands were shaking as I hugged Ethan and headed for the bathroom.
Before I could get there, a tall man in a dark suit stopped me and said calmly, "Ma'am, follow me," then gave me his seat in business class.
The man in the suit took my seat in economy class. When he sat down, the man was still shouting, "Finally, that woman with the baby is gone! MAN, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM!"
The man in the suit called out: "Mr. Cooper?"
The bully looked up and COLOR DRAINED FROM HIS FACE. . link in the comments👇👇👇