I forget how kind people are.

In the Airport, I met some of the nicest people! Firstly was a mature woman with a seemingly Jamaican accent. Having cried my eyes out and missed my flight, I needed some human interaction. We started talking about her family and then got onto me.. I broke down crying right in front of her. "Yeah," she said, "you're exhausted. You need sleep, you need sleep." My phone was losing battery and I needed to charge it, but I'd left mine at my grandma's house. She made me ask the couple next to me for a link to charge my phone through my computer. When they have it to me, she said that people are nicer than I'd think. She said that next time I'm late for a flight to go to the front of the line and ask to go first, and show them my boarding pass, that she'd done it before when late for a flight. That helped for a while. On my final flight to San Jose, I met the nicest two people. One was Madison, a Caucasian junior in college who is obsessed with the TV show Psych; she wears a Pineapple around her chest. The Second was a middle-aged Caucasian man (I believe his name is Jeff) who flies all too often. He told us that he usually leaves for flights at 4am and comes back at 11pm. We talked for a long time about whatever came to mind, throughout the whole hour and 20min flight. Madison told us how fortunate she was to be attending the best college in the world and Jeff showed us pictures of his family and told us about his vacation in France. Afterwards, we three walked to baggage claim together. Jeff asked if we both had rides to where we were going. At that moment I saw him as a father figure, mentor, and kind friend. I never thought I'd meet someone so sweet at an airport on a day that was (previously) close to the worst day of my life. My faith in humanity has been restored one again.