That was probably the more impressive feat of the whole weekend.
What Leo Did With the Note
Here’s the part his mom told later, because Leo didn’t volunteer it.
When he’d first found the note in his backpack Saturday night – sitting in the rebooked-flight waiting area, eating a bag of pretzels at Gate 37 – he’d read it twice, folded it back up, and then sat there for a while.
He’d taken out his phone to text his dad. Started typing three different things. Deleted them all.
What he finally sent was: Missed my flight but it’s okay. Guy needed help. Tell you later.
His dad had called immediately. Leo let it ring twice, then picked up.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“What happened?”
“There was this guy in a wheelchair. His bag kept falling. I pushed him to his gate.”
His dad didn’t say anything for a second. Then: “And you missed your flight.”
