The first moment we received the news that our tickets were upgraded to premium we rejoiced, and then we realized that it just meant that other people were cancelling their trips.  

It’s scary when we’re abroad.  Even the cab driver asked why we were returning now.  I told him people needed us.  We needed to be there even if only to reassure others that it’s okay. 

I don’t think it’s true that any one needs us, but I love the idea that I can help people be less afraid, feel a little more comfortable. in their passivity, in their terror. so the airport let me into their internet so i can tell you this.  it’s a narcissistic pleasure to be able to feel I can contribute to the comfort of some people.    

I’m willing to stake my life on it.