It was important and I knew it...

Blog Post created by SkyGirl on Feb 13, 2013

Sometimes, I just seem to be in the right place at the right time.  Serendipity.

I flew all night last night.  We left San Fran at 10pm, arriving in San Diego an hour plus later and then left San Diego for DC, arriving at 5:30am.  I love red-eyes.  I do.  Until I get home and realize that it's not okay to have a glass of red wine at 7:30am before I go to bed at 8am!!  heehee.

During the five hour flight to DC, one of the other flight attendants brought a packet of RX pills up to me.  (I was Purser, so all problems get sent to me...yay?)  The flight attendant could tell it was a prescription, not over the counter, but didn't know what the pills were for and worried that someone might really need these pills that they had somehow lost on the plane.  But he said he'd googled the name of the pill, and it wasn't important, so I could probably just toss them.  Toss someone's medication?  "It's just stop smoking stuff",  he said.  I took a look at the label.  It was Champix.  Champix?  I thought it was called, "Chantix".  But the flight attendant told me that when he googled it, he found it was called Champix in Canada, and Chantix in the US.  Interesting... 

But "toss it", as he suggested, since it "wasn't important"?  Not a chance.  I KNEW just how important these pills were to somebody on the plane...  The other two flight attendants in the back galley criticized me for "bothering" passengers while I went down the aisle, asking each and every row of passengers if they'd lost some prescription medication from Canada (without naming it, of course, to protect their privacy).

No one claimed it.  I felt sort of stupid, but still resisted throwing it away.  Thank goodness. 

Because about 15 minutes later, a young man came up to me in the forward galley and told me it was his medication.  He was traveling with his boss, who didn't know he smoked, which is why he hadn't claimed it when I went down the aisle with it.  He had not had a cigarette in 11 days.  But he was having trouble and had decided to buy a pack of cigarettes in the airport when we landed in DC.  (Yes, there are airports where you can still buy cigarettes.)  I told him that I was on Day 138 and, as the other passengers all slept in the dark cabin in the middle of the night, we talked and talked and talked about cigarettes and addiction and strategies and support and hanging in there and how SO worth it quitting has been for me and how it will be for him, too. I don't think he felt like he was going to buy a pack of cigarettes after we talked.

I haven't had a real life encounter with someone trying to quit before this.  I cannot TELL you guys how good it made me feel to encourage someone face-to-face. Darn, I shoulda been a therapist instead of a stewardess!!