I fell asleep on a flight and woke up to a stranger shaking my shoulder.
I opened my eyes, confused.
He leaned closer and whispered:
“Madam, please wake up. They’ve been calling your name.”
My heart started racing.
Calling my name?
I immediately sat up and looked around.
A flight attendant was standing in the aisle, another one was behind her, and about five passengers were staring at me.
I honestly thought something terrible had happened.
I pulled out my AirPods and asked, “What happened?”
But then someone screamed from the front of the cabin.
The man from the photograph was standing there.
Wearing the captain’s uniform.
He looked directly at me and smiled.
Man: “You finally figured it out.”
The real captain whispered:
“That’s not my uniform.”
The stranger slowly reached inside his jacket.
Every flight attendant stepped back.
Then he pulled out a photograph.
He held it up.
It was a picture of the entire cabin taken just minutes earlier.
And circled in red was one passenger.
Me.
Two muslims were in a relationship...
Her: "I am sorry, but I was Christian before we were together. I know I should have told you earlier."
Him: "No problem. If you don't feel like Christian anymore, you have nothing to worry about."
Her: "Oh, thanks. Don't worry. I feel much better as Christina now."