“The airline says this man misrepresented himself. He didn’t. He said he used to be a paramedic. A lawyer says he broke the rules.” I looked straight at Lorraine Danvers. “Every state in this country has a Good Samaritan law. It exists for exactly this. For a man who sees a woman in danger and kneels down on an airplane floor instead of looking away.”
I took a breath.
“Thirty-one years ago, Joaquin Salas delivered me in the back of an ambulance and couldn’t save my mother. Last Friday, he delivered my daughter at thirty-five thousand feet, knowing exactly who I was. Knowing exactly what had happened the last time.” My voice cracked. “He did it anyway. That’s not a fraud. That’s the bravest thing I’ve ever heard of.”
In the front row, Lorraine Danvers slowly lowered her eyes.
After the cameras left, she walked over to me. She’d put her phone away.
