Being thankful requires noticing all the components of the chesed that’s being done for us

Flying internationally during Covid isn’t a pleasant experience. When I attempted it last spring, I was swamped with paperwork I needed to prepare. Furthermore, there had been some high-profile situations of Orthodox Jews being singled out on flights for supposedly not complying with Covid regulations. I was really worried about flying, without even adding the possible risk of catching Covid on the plane.
But I wanted to see my mother, so despite my reservations, I packed my bags, added some extra masks for the flight, and boarded the plane with a lot of hesitation.
So far, so good. No one was pointing fingers at me as a pandemic spreader. No one was staring to make sure my mask was properly in place. But still, I was self-conscious and slipped quickly into my assigned seat, trying not to take up any extra space or time.
“Hello, madam, and how are you this fine evening?” I looked up to find a flight attendant, eyes twinkling broadly behind her face mask as she approached my seat. “You okay? Need anything? Just ask me, I’m Donna.”
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