Sat next to a lady on a flight recently. It was a cloudy, cool morning. Seemed like it was cloudy in this lady’s world as well. She crossed herself several times as she quietly prayed to herself (so it seemed).

The risks of air travel crossed my mind briefly, and swiftly departed. I’ve been flying all my life; I don’t have any fear of traveling in that manner. Certainly seemed the lady next to me felt quite a bit different.

But you know, she was still taking the flight; so that was something. She was seemingly traveling with the lady sitting next to her.

I hope her nerves calmed as the engines spooled up; I hope her prayers and the rosary she clutched gave her some sense of security. I hope she was at peace.