Stella finally made it to her business class seat. Nervous but determined, she was about to embark on her very first flight at the age of 85. But Franklin Delaney, the man seated beside her, scowled.“I don’t want to sit next to that… woman!” he nearly shouted at the flight attendant. “Sir, this is her seat. We can’t do anything about it,” the stewardess replied gently.

“That can’t be true. These seats are way too expensive, and she couldn’t possibly afford one! Look at her clothes!” Franklin insisted.Stella lowered her gaze, ashamed. She had worn her best outfit, though it was modest. Other passengers chimed in, agreeing with Franklin, and urged her to move.umiliated, Stella whispered: “Miss, it’s ok. If you have another seat in economy, I’ll stay there. I spent all my savings on this seat, but it’s better not to inconvenience others.”But the stewardess stood firm.“No, ma’am. You paid for this seat, and you deserve to sit here, no matter what anyone says.”Franklin finally relented, and Stella remained in her seat. When the plane took off, Stella dropped her purse in fright.