An angel in disguise

It was the best of times and the worst of times. Sitting in the Rio de Janerio airport at midnight with my newly-adopted seven-month old daughter and five-year-old son. All three of us in tears. This was an unexpected stop on our flight home. With three carry-on bags and totally exhausted children, I couldn’t fathom how we would get on the next flight.

That’s when an angel appeared, disguised as a very elderly man wearing what appeared to be a janitor’s uniform. He picked up our bags along with my son and nodded toward where the plane was boarding. A sympathetic flight attendant allowed him to get us to our seats as I constantly repeated one word -- gracias!