Three People I Met on a Plane

There is a book called "Three People you Meet in Heaven." Well this week on our girls' trip to Arizona, I met three people on airplanes that have touched my life in different ways. We flew Southwest so we had no assigned seat, the first plane was going to be completely full, and we were not the first to board so we had to split up and choose seats somewhere on the plane. I chose the first seat available - which was between two men. We ended up having a two-hour unscheduled layover because of weather and not enough fuel. I had ample opportunity to get to know these gentlemen on either side of me, since they were both very talkative and I can usually come up with a few words of my own. The man on my left was a 35 year old that was mildly "special" going to see his grandparents in Tuscon. The man on the right was a very wealthy man that this was his first "commercial" flight in years, since he and his family usually traveled in the Lear jet. He was going to Phoenix to practice his golf game, because he was going to Augusta to play in a tournament with his PGA golf friend on Friday. Even though he could name drop with the best, he was extremely humble and polite to the two of us. By the time we got to our destination, I felt like I had two new good friends. The story on the way on home is different. We had to come home to Texas from Arizona by the way of California. Again we split up on the plane, and I chose the first seat available next to a window. I did have to crawl over an older women, but I did not pay much attention to her. I just wanted to get out of he aisle into a seat. I was getting settled in a few minutes later when a young girl about 12 was going to also crawl over the older lady, but she stopped the girl and told her "Oh no, go find somewhere else to sit. There are going to be 50 empty seats on this plane." I was appalled, speechless, and shocked! This entire scene disturbed me, and I replayed it many times in my head. I had a hard time concentrating on the book I was reading, and I did refuse this woman any of my words. The girl did end up in a good seat with very desirable people a few rows behind us. However, I was still disturbed by this the next morning. It was not until in Sunday School that I realized I was just as bad as at the elderly "Jewish" behaving woman. Someone made the remark about WWJD in a situation in our lesson, and I was convicted that I did so wrong by not getting up to give the girl my seat. I hope that I will be a better person for meeting these three people.