I woke up on my birthday last week to the sound of a plane.
The cabin door was unlocked, but the flight attendant was still holding onto a flight ticket.
The flight to Alaska was in the air, and the crew members were still aboard.
I was in my room, watching a movie on the TV, when a voice sounded in my earphone.
It was a flight attendant.
I had a feeling it was my brother.
I asked him if he wanted to sit next to me on the plane, to sit on the toilet, to talk to me in the cockpit.
I thought about him for a minute.
I looked at the screen.
There was an image of him on the screen, looking at me, talking to me.
It had been a week since I had seen him, and I still hadn’t seen him.
I didn’t know how to react to that.
I called him.
I told him how much I miss him.
He said he had to come to work.
I said I had to see him.
We went back to the cockpit, and he sat next to the pilot.
I was thinking, Is this him?
That’s what I thought.
I told him I love him, but he told me to call him.
That’s when the moment I saw my brother on the other side of the door, on the airplane, went from a moment to a lifetime.
I’m in the passenger seat, and my brother is sitting next to him.
When he opens the door and sits down, he smiles and says, Thank you.
I look at him and say, I want to thank you for saving my life.
The moment we sat down on the side of that airplane, I felt my life changing.
I’m a flight instructor now.
I’ve never met a brother before who said, Thank God I met you.
I think about my brother a lot.
We used to travel together.
I would talk about the movies on the way home from work, but then, when we got home, I would tell him about the movie we were watching, and that’s how I knew we were doing it right.