always been attached to Grandma’s purse.
When I was little, I used to run my thumb over it while sitting beside her in church.
One day I asked where it came from.
“Your grandfather gave it to me.”
“Why?”
She thought for a moment.
“Because I was frightened, and he wanted me to remember that I could be brave.”
I was six.
I accepted that answer and forgot about it.
Until Flight 212.
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About two hours after takeoff, I finally got out of my seat.
I walked through business class
