When a middle-aged man spilled whiskey on my laptop mid-flight and dismissed my frustration with a smirk, I was furious but stayed silent. Little did he know, karma was waiting for him at 30,000 feet, and I had the perfect response when his arrogance turned to desperation. It’s said that karma has a way of balancing the scales, and I never believed it more than on this particular flight. My name is Becca, and I’m 26 years old. I work as a freelance graphic designer, which means my laptop is like an extension of myself.Today, I was on a flight to visit my grandmother. She’s been in and out of the hospital for weeks, and the doctors aren’t sure how much time she has left. My grandmother and I have always been close. Growing up,

I spent most weekends at her house, listening to stories about her childhood and the adventures she had.aShe’d make us tea, and we’d sit on her porch swing, laughing about things that didn’t seem to matter to anyone else but us. When I was struggling to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, she was the one who encouraged me to pursue graphic design.So when I heard that her condition was getting worse, I knew I had to be there. I needed to see her, hold her hand, and remind her of the stories we shared. The worry about her health was like a heavy weight on my chest, making it hard to breathe.I finally found my seat near the window and sighed with relief. I put my laptop bag under the seat in front of me and sat down. As I was buckling my seatbelt, I noticed the man who would be sitting next to me. He looked to be in his mid-fifties, with graying hair and a suit that screamed business.