They Also Serve Who Drink Whiskey and Weep

 Love this post by  the amazing Lesley Leland Fields:

..She was beautiful, dark-skinned,dressed in expensive jeans, a leather jacket. Her phone was pink. She gripped it so hard, hanging on to whoever was at the other end. My seat was one row back and one row over. I could see her profile, hear every word. I looked around desperately. A woman was dying! And we were calmly sitting in our seats, buckling our seat belts against death—and would soon follow all the safety requirements, while she was no longer safe. What should I do? 

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