I Trusted a Stranger with My Baby on a Plane — I Wish I Hadn’t

I was on a flight from New York to Los Angeles with my 14-month-old son, Shawn. From the moment we boarded, he cried nonstop. I felt every judgmental stare from the other passengers.

About an hour in, a man across the aisle, David, leaned over with a warm smile. “I have a daughter around the same age. Want me to hold him for a while?” Exhausted, I hesitated — then handed Shawn over.

For the first time, his cries began to fade. Relief washed over me. I turned to grab my laptop, just for a moment.

Then I saw it.

David had an energy drink aimed at my baby. My heart froze. “What are you doing?!” I shouted, rushing to grab Shawn.

David laughed. “It’ll help him burp.”

I was terrified. My baby could be in danger. My pleas seemed ignored. The plane’s eyes were on us, but only one person finally intervened…

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