I missed my first flight to LA yesterday and had to catch another. I was so upset, but now I know why! When I finally got to LAX baggage claim, I went to the bathroom to check my little makeup and I heard a woman crying so hard. I was wondering if I should say something like, “It’s gonna be okay,” but I was nervous and she was speaking Spanish so I didn’t know if she’d even understand me!

I left and came back to the bathroom like four times while I was waiting for my bags to come down (full flight), and I heard her say, “But the bus doesn’t come until tomorrow.” My heart dropped, so I asked her if she had Zelle or CashApp. She said no. So I asked her if I could pay for a hotel until tomorrow and she stopped crying and opened the stall door AND I SAW THE SLEEPING KIDS. I felt so happy to help her, knowing I’d just be spending my little money on something not useful.

She rode with me to the Marriott and I got her a room. I wanted to share this because I kept thinking, ‘HOW MANY PEOPLE CAME INTO THE BATHROOM, HEARD HER CRYING FOR HOURS, DIDN’T KNOW THERE WERE KIDS, AND KEPT GOING?’ I’m glad I said something because she was super sweet and appreciative and she had babies with her.