Dr. Carter rushed to the airport counter and was happy to see a short line. She needed to catch a flight quickly for a critical case and felt very nervous. When it was her turn, she accidentally dropped her purse, causing everything inside to scatter on the floor.
Just as she knelt to collect her things, a couple, Michael and Dana, approached the counter.
“I need two tickets to Santa Monica, please,” Michael said quickly.
Luke, the man at the counter, looked worried. “We only have two seats left,” he said, sharing an edgy look with Dr. Carter.
“I need to get on this flight, please. It’s an emergency. I’m a doctor,” she said, still picking up her things.
Michael didn’t want to wait. “The tickets are clearly ours,” he insisted, showing his credit card.
Dana felt sorry for Dr. Carter. “Maybe we should wait, honey?” she suggested to Michael.
But Michael disagreed. “We’re not changing our plans,” he said firmly. Dr. Carter pleaded with him as she rose. “Please, it’s about saving a life.”
Michael turned to face her. “Life’s tough. We all have our problems,” he said coldly. “Finish the booking,” he ordered Luke.
Luke processed the booking, and as Michael triumphantly took the boarding passes, Dr. Carter’s shoulders slumped in defeat.
Michael could not have imagined that he would soon regret his decision.
Michael and Dana boarded the plane and took their seats. Dana, still uneasy about the encounter with Dr. Carter, whispered, “I really think we should’ve let her go instead. What if it was someone we loved who needed her?”
Michael waved off her concern. “We had plans. It’s not our responsibility. Besides, doctors catch flights all the time. She’ll figure something out.”
The plane took off smoothly, and Michael reclined his seat, closing his eyes. But a few minutes later, a loud gasp and a commotion from the front of the cabin startled him awake.
A middle-aged man, a few rows ahead, had slumped forward in his seat. His wife was frantically shaking him. “He’s not breathing! Help! Is there a doctor on board?” she cried out, her voice filled with panic.
A flight attendant grabbed the intercom. “If there is a doctor on board, please make yourself known immediately!”
The cabin fell silent. People turned, looking around, but no one responded.
Michael felt his stomach drop. His hands gripped the armrest as Dana turned to him, horror spreading across her face. “Michael… oh my God… what if—”
He swallowed hard, his mind racing back to the airport counter. Dr. Carter.
If she had been on this plane, she might have been able to help.
The flight attendants rushed to assist the man, but as the minutes passed, it became painfully clear they were out of their depth. A passenger attempted CPR, but his wife sobbed uncontrollably, pleading for a doctor, for anyone who could save him.
Michael felt like his lungs had turned to stone. He wanted to turn invisible. People around him were murmuring, some shooting glances in his direction as if they, too, were connecting the dots.
The worst moment came when the flight attendants stopped their efforts. A choked announcement followed. “I’m so sorry. We did everything we could.”
A suffocating silence blanketed the cabin. The man was gone.
Michael stared at his hands. He had held those tickets so tightly, so selfishly. And now, he would never forget the look on the wife’s face, the look of someone losing the love of their life and knowing that help had been within reach—if only someone hadn’t blocked the way.
Dana turned her tear-filled eyes to him. “Michael… this is on you.”
He exhaled sharply, feeling the full weight of her words, but knowing they were true.
When the plane landed, Michael couldn’t move. He sat there long after others had filed out, staring at the seat in front of him, replaying everything in his mind. He had won an argument but lost something far greater. A man had died, and though he wasn’t the one who had taken his life, he had, in a way, denied him a fighting chance.
As he finally stood, Dana spoke again, her voice softer but still heavy with disappointment. “I hope you remember this the next time someone asks for help.”
Michael nodded, his throat too tight to form words. He had spent his whole life putting himself first, but today had taught him a brutal lesson.
Sometimes, the cost of selfishness is more than you can bear.
Life has a way of teaching us lessons, sometimes in the most painful ways. Kindness and compassion don’t cost much, but their absence can leave a price too high to pay.
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