On My Last Flight, a 7-Year-Old Boy Kept Kicking My Seat — Nothing Could Calm Him Down, So Here’s What I Decided to Do

The Flight I Wanted to Forget It happened on my last business trip — one of those endless flights where time loses meaning, and exhaustion feels like a second skin. I’d been traveling for twelve hours straight, running on instant coffee and willpower, and all I wanted was peace — six hours of silence between…