Two years after I saved a woman’s life at 35,000 feet, I was at my lowest, struggling to make ends meet and reeling from my mother’s loss. On Christmas Eve, a knock on my door brought an unexpected gift and a chance at a new beginning from a stranger I thought I’d never see again.
I’d seen every kind of passenger imaginable in my years as a flight attendant — the nervous first-timers, the seasoned business travelers, and the excited vacation-goers.
But there’s one passenger I’ll never forget. Not because of her designer clothes or business-class ticket, but because of what happened at 35,000 feet that day. Two years later, she changed my life in ways I never could have imagined.
A sad, teary-eyed woman | Source: Midjourney
Let me paint a picture of my life first. My basement apartment was exactly what you’d expect for $600 a month in the city. Water stains decorated the ceiling like abstract art, and the radiator clanked through the night like someone beating it with a wrench.
But it was all I could afford now, at 26, after everything that happened. The kitchen counter doubled as my desk, workspace, and dining table. A small twin bed occupied one corner, its metal frame visible where the sheets had pulled loose.
The walls were thin enough that I could hear every footstep from the apartment above, each a reminder of how far I’d fallen from my old life.
I stared at the stack of unpaid bills on my fold-out table, each one a reminder of how quickly life can spiral. The collection agencies had started calling again. Three times that day alone.
Bills on a table | Source: Midjourney
I picked up my phone, thumb hovering over Mom’s number out of habit, before remembering. Six months. It had been six months since I’d had anyone to call.
My neighbor’s TV droned through the wall, some cheerful holiday movie about family reunions and Christmas miracles. I turned up my radio to drown it out, but the Christmas carols felt like salt in an open wound.
“Just keep breathing, Evie,” I whispered to myself, Mom’s favorite advice when things got tough. “One day at a time.”
The irony wasn’t lost on me. BREATHING. That’s what started this whole story on that fateful flight.
A heartbroken woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney
“Miss, please! Someone help her!” A loud cry pierced through the aisle.
The memory of that flight two years ago was still crystal clear. I was doing my regular checks in business class when I heard the panic in a man’s voice. Three rows ahead, an elderly woman was clutching her throat, her face turning an alarming shade of red.
“She’s choking!” Another passenger shouted, half-rising from his seat.
My training kicked in instantly. I rushed to her side, positioning myself behind her seat. The other flight attendant, Jenny, was already radioing for any medical professionals on board.
“Ma’am, I’m here to help. Can you breathe at all?” I asked the lady.
A senior woman experiencing discomfort on a flight | Source: Midjourney
She shook her head frantically, her eyes wide with fear. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into the armrest, knuckles white with strain.
“I’m going to help you breathe again. Try to stay calm.”
I wrapped my arms around her torso, found the spot just above her navel, and thrust upward with everything I had. Nothing. Again. Nothing. The third time, I heard a small gasp.
A piece of chicken shot across the aisle, landing on a man’s newspaper. The woman doubled over, taking deep, ragged breaths. The entire cabin seemed to exhale collectively.
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“Easy now,” I soothed, rubbing her back. “Just breathe slowly. Jenny, can you bring some water?”
The woman’s hands were shaking as she smoothed her silk blouse. When she finally looked up at me, her eyes were watery but warm. She grabbed my hand, squeezing it tight.
“Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll never forget this. I’m Mrs. Peterson, and you just saved my life.”
A senior woman smiling on a flight | Source: Midjourney
I smiled, already moving to get her some water. “Just doing my job, Mrs. Peterson. Try small sips.”
“No, dear,” she insisted, holding onto my wrist. “Some things are more than just a job. I was so scared, and you were so calm. How can I ever repay you?”
“The best repayment is seeing you breathing normally again. Please, drink some water and rest. I’ll check on you again soon.”
If I’d known then how right she was about some things being more than just a job, maybe I wouldn’t have hurried back to my duties quite so fast.
A busy flight attendant on a plane | Source: Unsplash
Life has a way of making you forget the good moments when the bad ones come crashing down. After Mom’s diagnosis, everything else became background noise. I quit my flight attendant job to care for her.
We sold everything — my car, Grandpa’s house in the suburbs, even Mom’s art collection. She’d been quite well-known in local galleries, and her paintings fetched decent prices.
“You don’t have to do this, Evie,” Mom had protested when I brought her the resignation letter to read. “I can manage.”
“Like you managed when I was sick with pneumonia in third grade? Or when I broke my arm in high school?” I kissed her forehead. “Let me take care of you for once.”
An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney
The last painting to go was her favorite — a watercolor she’d painted of me sitting by our kitchen window, sketching two birds building a nest in the maple tree outside.
She’d captured every detail, from the morning sunlight in my messy hair to the way I used to bite my lip when I concentrated. It was the last thing she painted before she got sick.
“Why did you paint me drawing birds?” I’d asked her when she first showed it to me.
She smiled, touching the dried paint gently. “Because you’ve always been like those birds, honey. Always building something beautiful, no matter what life throws at you.”
An emotional senior woman holding a paintbrush | Source: Midjourney
Soon, we struck gold online. An anonymous buyer offered us a fortune, way more than we expected. And Mom couldn’t believe her luck.
“See, Evie? Even when things seem darkest, there’s always someone out there willing to help build a nest.”
Three weeks later, she was gone. The hospital room was quiet except for the slowing beep of monitors.
“I’m sorry, baby,” she’d whispered, her last words to me. “Stay strong.”
The doctors said she wasn’t in pain at the end. I hoped they were right.
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Time slipped away like grains of sand. Christmas Eve found me alone in my basement, watching shadows dance on the wall from passing car headlights.
I hadn’t bothered with the decorations. What was the point? The only Christmas card I’d received was from my landlord, reminding me my rent was due on the first.
Nobody knew where I lived. I’d made sure of that. After Mom died, I couldn’t handle the pitying looks, the awkward conversations, and the well-meaning but painful questions about how I was “holding up.”
But then, a loud knock on my door startled me.
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I approached cautiously, peering through the peephole to see a man in an expensive suit holding a gift box with a perfect bow. His overcoat probably cost more than three months of my rent.
“Can I help you?” I called through the door.
“Miss Evie? I have a delivery for you.”
I opened the door a crack, keeping the chain on. “A gift? For me?”
He smiled politely. “Yes, ma’am, this is for you,” he said, extending the box. “There’s an invitation too. I assure you, everything will make sense soon.”
A man holding a gift box | Source: Midjourney
The box was heavy for its size, wrapped in thick paper that crinkled softly as I took it. I found an elegant cream envelope. But it was what lay beneath that made my heart stop — Mom’s last painting. There I was, forever frozen in time at our old kitchen window, sketching birds on a spring morning.
“Wait!” I called out. “Who are you? Why are you returning this painting?”
The man looked up. “You’ll get your answers, don’t worry. My boss would like to meet you. Do you accept the invitation?”
A woman gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney
I looked down at the painting, then back at him. “When?”
“Now, if you’re willing. The car is waiting.”
The car pulled up to a mansion that looked like something out of a holiday movie, complete with twinkling lights and wreaths in every window. Fresh snow crunched under my worn boots as the man led me up the walkway.
I clutched the painting closer, feeling desperately out of place.
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Inside, a grand staircase swept upward, garlands trailing its banister. The man led me through to a warmly lit study where a fire crackled in a stone fireplace. And there, rising from an armchair, was Mrs. Peterson — the same woman I’d saved on that flight two years ago.
“Hello, Evie,” she said softly. “It’s been a while.”
I stood frozen, the painting clutched to my chest. “Mrs. Peterson?”
A senior woman smiling in a mansion | Source: Midjourney
She gestured for me to sit in a leather chair beside the fire. “I saw your mother’s work featured in a local art gallery’s online post,” she explained. “When I saw the painting of you, I knew I had to have it. Something about the way you were capturing those birds…” She trailed off, her eyes growing distant. “It reminded me so much of my daughter.”
“You bought my mother’s painting?”
She nodded. “I learned about your mother’s diagnosis and even spoke with the doctors,” she continued, her voice breaking. “I offered them any amount of money to save her. But some things…” She dabbed a tear. “Some things are beyond the reach of money.”
“How did you find me?” I whispered.
A visibly shaken woman | Source: Midjourney
“I have my ways,” she said with a small smile. “I contacted the hospital and convinced them to share your address, given the circumstances. I wanted to make sure you were taken care of, even if I couldn’t save your mother.”
“Why would you go to such extreme lengths for me?”
Mrs. Peterson moved to sit beside me. “Because I lost my daughter last year to cancer. She was about your age.” She touched the frame of the painting gently. “When I saw this listed online — a mother’s last artwork being sold to pay for her treatment — I knew I had to help. Even if I was too late.”
I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. “The money from this painting gave us three more weeks together.”
“My daughter Rebecca loved art too.” Mrs. Peterson’s voice wavered. “She would have loved this painting. The symbolism of it… building something together, even when everything seems broken.”
An emotional older woman | Source: Midjourney
She pulled me into a hug, and we both cried, two strangers connected by loss and a moment at 35,000 feet.
“Spend Christmas with me,” she said finally. “No one should be alone on Christmas!”
The next morning, we sat in her sunny kitchen, sharing stories over coffee and homemade cinnamon rolls. The kitchen smelled like vanilla and spices, warm and inviting in a way my basement apartment never could be.
“Rebecca used to make these every Christmas morning,” Mrs. Peterson said, passing me another roll. “She insisted on making them from scratch, even though I told her the ones from the store were just fine.”
A cheerful woman | Source: Midjourney
“Mom was the same way about her Sunday pancakes,” I smiled. “She said love was the secret ingredient.”
“Your mother sounds like she was an amazing woman.”
“She was. She taught art at the community center, you know? Even when she was sick, she worried about her students missing their lessons.”
Mrs. Peterson nodded, understanding in her eyes. “That’s the hardest part, isn’t it? Watching them worry about everyone else until the very end.”
An older woman in a lavish room | Source: Midjourney
It was healing to find someone who understood exactly how it felt to have such an enormous void in your life. Someone who knew that grief doesn’t follow a timetable and that some days are harder than others, and that’s okay.
“Evie,” Mrs. Peterson said, setting down her coffee cup. “I have a proposition for you. My family’s business needs a new personal assistant… someone I can trust. Someone with quick thinking and a kind heart.” She smiled. “Know anyone who might fit that description? Someone called Evie?!”
I looked at her in surprise. “Are you serious?”
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“Completely. Rebecca always said I worked too hard. Maybe it’s time I had someone to help share the load.” She reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “What do you say?”
Looking at her hopeful expression, I felt something I hadn’t experienced in months: a spark of possibility. Maybe Mom was right that morning when she painted me watching those birds. Maybe home really is something you build together, one small piece at a time.
“Yes,” I said, squeezing back. “Yes, I’d like that very much.”
As we hugged, I knew my life was about to change. This Christmas, I found a family again. And though nothing could replace the hole my mother’s absence left, perhaps with Mrs. Peterson’s help, I could build a new home… one that honored the past while giving me hope for the future.
An emotional young woman standing in a mansion | Source: Midjourney
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The story of Lizzie Velásquez – this is her today in 2024
Every person faces their own struggles when it comes to their looks and/or self-esteem.
It might be that you want to lose weight, or maybe you want to fix your teeth? There’s always something that you’d probably like to improve.
Well, every time I feel like I need motivation, I’ll always think about Lizzie Velásquez from Austin, Texas.
Lizzie was born with an extremely rare genetic disorder that prevents her from gaining weight, which in turn affects her appearance.
Being tormented can break any person’s heart and mind, but Lizzie was confident that these people wouldn’t be the ones prevailing. Today, she’s turned her life around and she’s now a global motivational speaker.
Now, I want you, the person reading this, to take a moment to think back on your life at the age of 16. For me, there are plenty of memories from that time – both good and bad – but overall, it was a time when many things were changing. There were more hormones, emotions, and sometimes even mental challenges that you had to fight against.
Hate on the web
All in all, hopefully it was a good time in your life, as it was for me.
Now, pretend that at 16 years of age you were called “The Ugliest Woman/Man in the World”. Not only that, but there’s even a video of you with the text “The Ugliest Woman/Man in the World” attached to it. That video has hundreds of thousands of views, and in the comments, people are saying the worst possible things about you.
How would that make you feel?
For Lizzie Velásquez, this was the tragic reality. She was teased throughout her school years – both in person and on the internet – and it could’ve so easily broken her.
But Lizzie had other plans. She decided to put all these negative vibes together and instead turn them into something positive. That’s why we love her dearly, and want to spread her inspirational story.
I will share this with my friends, and I’d love for you to do the same.
Lizzie Velásquez
Lizzie Velásquez was born March 13, 1989, in Austin, Texas.
At her birth, she weighed only 2 pounds and 11 ounces, and it was clear from the moment she was born that she looked different from the other babies at the hospital.
Being that small, Lizzie didn’t understand that she was different, since she’d always been just Lizzie. However, when she started kindergarden at age five, she realized straight away that something was off.
“To my family, I was just Lizzie. It was a big slap of reality for a 5-year-old. The other kids were scared of me, pointing at me, not wanting to sit with me,” she told Today. “I couldn’t process it. I wasn’t doing anything to them, so why was it happening to me? And I didn’t dare tell anyone.
“Finally, I told my parents and they said, ‘There is nothing wrong with you, you are just smaller than the other kids. You are beautiful and smart and can accomplish anything.’”
Those words from her family still stick with her today, and it really is the truth. No matter how you look, you still have the ability to accomplish anything you want. For Lizzie, though, this would require strong mental toughness to get there. That, and the support from her parents.
Lizzie Velásquez – rare conditions
But we’ll get back to Lizzie and how she managed to come out strong and incredibly inspirational on the other side.
So what was it that made her look the way she does?
Well, Lizzie was born with two rare conditions, marfan syndrome and lipodystrophy. The rare genetic conditions affect her heart, eyes and bones, and prevent her from gaining weight because of a problem with the way fat is distributed in her body. It’s so rare, in fact, that there are only three known cases in the world. Still to this day, it baffles experts.
Not only that, but the condition causes Lizzie to age faster than people without the disorder, and she’s also blind in one eye.
As early as kindergarden, Lizzie recieved comments from other kids. And these remarks continued throughout her childhood, with people labeling her face as “disgusting”.
“At the time, I thought everyone looked like me. I didn’t recognize or tell that they didn’t look like me,” she told the Daily Mail.
When Lizzie started high school, things got better. She realized that she had power over her own life, and her decision was made clear.
Horrible video on YouTube
She was always going to stay positive, be brave, and do all the activities that she wanted to do alongside her friends.
“It was scary, but I knew it would pay off,” Lizzie Velásquez explained. “I was staff writer for the school newspaper and took photos for the yearbook. I tried out for cheerleading. The uniforms were really cute and every time I wore it around the school, I felt like a superhero. I was more myself around my peers, the version of myself around my family.”
Things started to get better, and Lizzie’s confidence was great. Then, one day, her world collapsed.
While doing homework, she was scrolling on her computer and went onto YouTube. Suddenly, she saw a video about herself that would break her heart.
Someone had made a video about Lizzie, dubbing her “the world’s ugliest woman”. Worse, the video had millions of views, and some of the comments were truly terrible.
She couldn’t stop herself from reading the comments, with some people even saying that the world would be a better place if Lizzie took her own life. She read on, hoping that someone would come to her aid. Sadly, not a single comment did.
“Wanted to prove them wrong”
Lizzie felt like someone “was putting a fist through the computer screen and physically punching me.” She could barely believe what she was seeing.
It’s crazy to think about how thousands of people can sit behind their computers and torment a 16-year-old girl suffering from a severe illness. How do those people sleep at night?
This was the worst kind of hate, and it could’ve destroyed Lizzie. But once again, she picked herself up. In fact, she said that if she could, she’d send a thank you card and flowers to the person who created the video, because that video changed her life forever.
“I didn’t want to retaliate — it was a waste of time,” she said. “I just wanted to prove them wrong, I realized I could use it for the greater good.”
Lizzie was never going to let the haters win. She’d seen the worst possible things written and said about her, but still, she was determined to use it as fuel for the future Lizzie.
She continued on to college, and at 23 she earned a Bachelors Degree in communication from Texas State University.
Inspirational TedTalk
In 2003, she was then invited to a TED Talk in Austin, and it went viral. Lizzie explained how hurtful the mocking had been, but at the same time, she wanted to give people another perspective, as she did for herself.
“For so long, I thought that what defined me was my outer appearance,” she said in the 2013 TED Talk, explaining that she used to fantasize about “scrubbing the syndrome” off her face.
“Something kind of clicked in my head,” she explained of the moment she saw that awful YouTube video. “Am I going to let the people who called me a monster define me? No, I’m going to let my goals and my success and my accomplishments be the things that define me.”
For most people, all this hatred would have been tough to endure. But Lizzie isn’t most people; she showed everyone how strong she really is. Over the course of her entire life, she has been forced to eat a high-calorie diet frequently to keep her body’s energy levels up.
Today, she’s 35 years old and a successful business woman who travels the world to lecture others on her illness, as well as her life story.
Lizzie Velásquez – today
“This is my purpose. This is what I’m meant to do for the rest of my life. I like to think that I’m not only telling my story, I’m telling everyone’s story,” Lizzie told the Daily Mail.
As of now, she has over 850,000 followers on her YouTube channel and uses it to give inspirational talks. Lizzie’s showed the haters that she’s stronger than them – and she’s much more successful today than they will ever be.
“You are beautiful and smart and can accomplish anything,” Lizzie said her mother and father used to tell her.
“They loved me in the face of so many unknowns.”
Even though Lizzie is a strong, inspirational and, well, incredible person, this year’s been tough for many reasons.
The Covid-19 pandemic hasn’t helped, but she’s also getting picked on social media, especially on the app TikTok. Lizzie was the subject of an image that people were looking at and reacting to.
And the worst part was that it was a mother that had used her photo to prank a child into thinking that Lizzie was the teacher for the next school year.
The importance of respecting
In July, it became a horrible trend among parents, where they did a FaceTime call saying that Lizzie would be the child’s next teacher.
Lizzie was hurt, obviously, and rightly so. What kind of parent would do this to another person? What message does it send to their children? That this kind of hate is OK? Lizzie herself said it encourages children to react in an unfavorable way regarding the way people look.
“When kids are in school or whether they are out in public, it’s crucial to teach them the importance of respecting someone who doesn’t look like them,” Lizzie said, in a video posted on her social media accounts.
“Showing them a video might be a joke, but it can be something that shows a child if my mom or dad thinks it’s funny then it must be okay for me to laugh at as well,” she says. “I take great responsibility in the fact that now is the time time to do all I can to speak up for those who might not have a voice or for those who don’t know how to use theirs.”
“I knew in my gut my photo was going to be used,” she added. “After dealing with things like this for a while now, I can sense when this might happen.”
A true inspiration
Following Lizzie condemning the videos, many children instead started posting videos where they said how beautiful Lizzie was. Once again, the haters had lost.
Lizzie has been praised all over the world for her courage throughout her life. She’s written a best-selling book about her life and even been praised by former First Lady Michelle Obama.
Beauty comes from within your heart and soul. Lizzie, you are beautiful! We think her story is deeply inspirational, and we think that everyone should read about her to understand that anything is possible.
Please, share this story with friends and family if you think Lizzie is an incredible person!
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