Yesterday, a woman on the airplane cried while reading my book.
I was flying from Tampa back to New Jersey and this older woman sat in the seat next to me. It's difficult to explain but something about her just seemed genuine and sweet. At one point, I looked cold and she offered me her jacket to put on my chest to keep warm.
I rarely keep copies of my bo…
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