W.E.H.A.V.E. @_wehave

Really Denny's? I've ordered two 9 grain pancakes five times over the last two months. Paid $4.37 each time, except today. The cashier said $6 +. I drove to the Denny's one mile away and paid $4.37. You've been warned, and I'll also notify Cooperate office of this SCAM.

@flyPAL “I appreciate you. Thanks so much.” To each employee, flight attendant, and the entire Philippine Airlines family, with profound admiration and respect, Salamat to you all, Lonnie Calvin

@flyPAL or lives do not matter. Maybe it is for someone who needs a reminder they have a power, that, when used properly, can alleviate, and transform someone else’s pain, into insight and inspiration. Maybe this message is to remind someone to tell someone else –

@flyPAL I am unsure if this note of gratitude will reach the flight attendant angel, who unknowingly averted an imminent panic attack, but maybe this letter is not for him. Maybe it is for you, the reader, or someone else who thinks and feels their words, deeds, thoughts,

@flyPAL His compassion elevated my Spirits over the Pacific Ocean, accompanied, and sustained me through arrival, into a new year, and a new normal for which I am eternally grateful.

@flyPAL but not long or alone as I suddenly envisioned Mom's face, smiling at me. I began feeling less of my sadness, and more of her presence, inspired by a perfectly timed tissue ball. The gesture comforted and reassured me that I was supported, and that I would be ok.

@flyPAL . He stretched his long arm across my seatmates, handed me a fluffy ball of soft white tissues, then quickly resumed his safety checks. The cottony sheets came in time to catch my first tear and the rivers that followed over the next few minutes. I sobbed silently,

@flyPAL awaiting me upon landing. I struggled to fight back tears when I saw a tall young handsome flight attendant who briefly glanced at me as he walked by, performing inspections. The good-looking distractor disappeared into the middle galley, then reappeared at my row.

@flyPAL the seatbelt, more like a restraint, and the air insufficient for many more flight hours. My anxiety was ascending toward a full-blown meltdown I had to restrain, as not to terrify passengers, panic the staff, and end up in the hands of security and medical personnel

@flyPAL For hours, I tried to focus on a movie but felt overwhelmingly alone. I missed my mom, and over the next few hours, the wave of uneasiness moved from my stomach up to my pressurized ears. The window seat that had always been my preference, suddenly felt prohibitive,

@flyPAL bathroom breaks, the couple reclined back to sleep and left me once again with my intensely chaotic thoughts and emotions.

@flyPAL aloneness. Gently, I tapped the lady’s arm. “Excuse me ma'am. Excuse me, kain na.” She smiled broadly then shook her husband awake, “Excuse me honey, excuse me, kain na.” Then faced me with a delightfully mischievous grin. After our tasty meals, lovely conversations, and

@flyPAL I tried to watch the flight map, but my mental screen ran a loop of my dying mother, the racist guards, the contaminated needle, and the perverted physician. When the meal service began, my seatmates remained asleep, but I needed them awake, to talk, eat, and take away my

@flyPAL more healed. Until then, I sat in the window seat of row 35, on my favorite air carrier to Asia. Before take-off, I was joined by a sweet elderly Filipino couple, with whom I shared pleasantries, and my few words of Tagalog before they reclined into sleep.

@flyPAL at my job in an infectious disease clinic. Two weeks later, during my medical follow-up visit, I experienced a ‘me too’ moment with the worker’s compensation doctor. These incidents prompted me to fly away, in hopes of returning to Los Angeles after two months, saner, and

@flyPAL she died November 1, 2018. Within six weeks of Mom’s death, while shopping, I was racially profiled and humiliated by two store guards, who subjected me to a purse search. After that incident, I was accidentally punctured with a dirty needle,

@flyPAL But I had not considered the impact of a fourteen-hour transport on my fragile state, nor an encounter with a flight attendant angel at 30,000 feet. Prior to boarding, I experienced a series of tragic events: After months of caring for my 83-year-old mother,

@flyPAL On January 1, 2019, I boarded flight PR 113 departing Los Angeles to Manila, with baggage, much of it invisible, such as my broken heart and a boulder of mental stress. Still, I looked forward to skincare classes in Asia, and a restart, in the new year.

@flyPAL To: Philippine Airline Customer Service From: Lonnie Calvin Date: 09/17/2020 I must begin with an apology for the embarrassingly tardiness of this long overdue ‘Thank You’ for the kindness of the Philippine Airline staff in general, and a very special flight attendant.