Superman Isn't Brave: A "This I Believe" Essay
Ironically, some of the scariest experiences of my life took place in an airport in Florida on two different occasions. And no, they had nothing to do with my irrational fear of heights or the terrifying notion of the giant metal box I was trapped in plunging out of the sky. I mean the time I accidentally brought a kitchen knife into my carry on, or the time I accidentally kidnapped someone’s infant. In my defense, I still have no clue how the knife ended up in my bag. And I know, I know, it wasn’t a good idea to stand near a toddler as said toddler failed to lift her baby brother into the stroller beside her. Nor was it a good idea to turn towards the terrible wailing sound and accept the child when the little girl handed him to me. I guess I instinctively held the kid, but I swear I never set out to take the kid. It was almost as if his sister held him out to me like she was saying “tag, you’re it.” I’m sure the baby was absolutely frightened by the random stranger holding him, and