Two years ago, I saved a stranger’s life at 35,000 feet. It was an ordinary day for me, just part of the job as a flight attendant. Yet that single moment of panic and heroism would come full circle in ways I could never have imagined. On Christmas Eve, when I was at my absolute lowest, that stranger became the catalyst for an entirely new chapter in my life.
To understand how much my life changed, you need to know where I started and where I ended up. Two years ago, I was 24, living my dream job as a flight attendant. Every day was a new adventure—different cities, fascinating passengers, and the ever-changing view from 35,000 feet. I thought I had it all figured out.
But two years can change everything. On Christmas Eve, I found myself in a run-down basement apartment with peeling wallpaper, a radiator that clanged all night like a ghost banging on pipes, and a stack of unpaid bills that seemed to mock me every time I walked past them. My once-bright future had dimmed to a point where I wasn’t sure how to keep going.
