Moment

Just a quick reminder of hope.

A woman, carrying a baby in front of her, holding onto another via leash, with a little girl (maybe 9) walking alongside. Obviously, this woman has a lot on her hands and it's dreadful she's traveling alone. (There is a ring on her finger, so he must just be at the destination, I assume.)

Baby starts crying, and doesn't stop, throughout the transfer from terminal 3 in London Heathrow, to terminal 1. Line after line of customs and security make the moment perhaps unbearable, but she doesn't lose her nerve. She just takes it. Trying hard to rock the baby; willing to carry the other and bounce him up and down when he whines every now and then. Not once, do I sense that she's upset or frustrated.

She was behind me quite a ways, so I didn't know what to do. Finally, another woman had the right idea. She let her pass in front of her in the queue, as it's called. That brought the woman closer to me. "Keep going," I said, waving her on. You would've thought that Andre the Giant had called everyone to move. The entire line split and let her go ahead. They all had happy looks, knowing that if they were in that position, they would hope the same was done for them.

Simply beautiful.