Not being special is a relief.. You’ll probably be the only person I ever meet that will understand that. Hope all is well. – Rob
Es war der 1. Juni 2009 und ich kam aus Hawaii. Am liebsten wäre ich noch 3 Wochen geblieben, aber dann hätte ich gestern nicht zurückfliegen können und hätte TOM nicht kennengelernt. Meine Freundin hat mir morgens beim Einchecken am …
I am searching for a flight attendant that was on this flight. I don\’t know his name, and it was three years ago, I want to know if it is possible to find him and contact him.
On August 12th, 2007, I encountered a girl on Delta Airlines’ Flight 1518 from Hartford, CT to Los Angeles, CA. This encounter has since become the most important and influential event of my life. While I can’t realistically justify the way I feel about her, given that I never actually met her, I think that we both experienced some kind of connection that day, and ever since I’ve been trying to figure out what it was.
The only thing I remember clearly was her hairdo…dark, shoulder-length hair with cheek-length bangs hanging over her left eye. I remember this because I was only able to see one of her eyes as we kept looking over at each other in the terminal, and when she looked back towards me during the flight. However, a steward eventually noticed her seat-belt was unbuckled and she was sitting propped up on one leg in order to look behind herself, and he asked her to sit down and buckle it again.
Unfortunately, when the flight landed in LA, I was too afraid to talk to her, and I walked right by her as she waited in the aisle while everyone else was disembarking.
Now, I’m a realist. 5 years is an exceptionally long time. I’ve completely dismissed the possibility of her even remotely remembering me, but I’d give everything just to know who she was, to maybe meet her, or even just to thank her for being the inspiration that has gotten me to where I am today. At the very least, maybe I’ll finally just get closure; the ability to know that wherever she is, and whatever she’s doing, she’s happy. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted since I lost her to the world nearly 5 years ago.
If you are (or you know) someone to whom this encounter sounds familiar, I would be eternally grateful if you helped me find the only thing that’s really missing in my life.
I was flying standby on a 6am flight to New York to end a long suffering relationship and was sitting by the window when a nice man sat down in the aisle seat. Fortunately there was no one sitting in …