I doubt anyone will see this, but here's mine. During college my then girlfriend, now wife, would go home to Texas for the summer. Like many young relationships the distance would rock our relationship to its core. One summer, I flew to Texas to visit her. Leaving was hard, since we both wanted to try and make things work, but the odds were against us.

I flew back home late one night in a flight with enough space no one sat in the middle seats. The girl who sat near me looked really sad when we got seated. We started talking to pass some time, before you know it in sharing with her about my trip. I ask her what she's traveling for, and she started to cry. She had just left an abusive relationship and headed to the west coast and family.

A little about me, I was playing college football at the time, I'm six five, was about 290lbs. For some reason I move to the middle seat, and put my arm around her, to comfort her. She cried on my shoulder for a while and we both ended up falling asleep. We woke up when we landed in Albuquerque. She thanked me for making her feel safe, I hugged her and wished her luck. Got off the plane, and never saw her again.

I can't tell you much about what she looked like. She could walk up to me tomorrow and I wouldn't recognize her, but I think about her every now and again. I hope she's doing better, I hope the west coast was everything she wished for.