On my way home from Florida, I got caught in the crossfire of a terrifying verbal fight between passengers while we were getting settled in our seats on the airplane. I won't get into the details, but it felt like it was never going to end. I was so afraid of where the threats were headed, and I was so shaken up that my hands were trembling, I was short of breath, and I swear I could feel my heart beating in my ears.
But despite my fear, I mostly felt incredible sadness. There was clearly racial and cultural tension that was fueling this incident. Something in life bred a fierce anger in this man and living with that anger has to be tough. I know life is brutal, and watching this happen made me want to cry, because we do it to each other—we make it harder than it has to be, and sometimes I wish we could all just put our hands up and surrender.