Delaney Steele shares about how a random act of kindness helped reshape a relationship.
On the second anniversary of my father’s death, I’m reflecting on a chance encounter many years ago that dramatically changed our lives. At the time, I was a young mother and ambitious professional living in New York City. I spent most of my time working into the nights, and most of my money on our nanny.
Then, my father was diagnosed with cancer. I bought the last ticket home to San Mateo and arrived at JFK Airport a frenzied mess, sprinted through the terminal and reached the gate as it was about to close. Just then, my baby had a massive blow out and it was a disastrous mess. I ran to the restroom, where I realized I hadn’t brought a change of baby clothes.
I had no choice – I threw away the old clothes and tearfully boarded the plane carrying my naked baby. As I finally got to my middle seat in the last row, the man sitting in the aisle seat moved and gave me his seat.
“You’re having a bad day. Would you like me to hold your baby?” he asked. I was thrilled to hand over my baby to this kind stranger. He continued: “My daughter lives in San Francisco but I live in Paris. I rarely see them. I feel like I’m missing my granddaughter growing up.”
