On the plane, a man in a suit yelled at me because my six-month-old baby was crying: but suddenly, a fellow passenger stepped in and did something unexpected 😨😨

I was flying with my six-month-old son. Sometimes mothers also have to leave the house — to the store, to the clinic, and even on a plane. But as soon as you’re in a public place, everyone starts giving you judgmental looks, as if it’s only your fault when the baby cries. Yet he’s just a baby, he doesn’t understand anything.

A similar situation happened during our flight. For three hours my son couldn’t calm down: he didn’t want to sleep, cried, fidgeted.

I tried rocking him, singing, giving him a toy — but nothing worked. Passengers turned around, glanced at us, sighed. And I sat there with a stone in my chest: what could I do?

The worst part was that next to me sat a man in a formal suit. He kept throwing dissatisfied looks in my direction. At some point, he snapped, turned sharply, and hissed:

— Can’t you finally quiet this monster down? Let people rest!

I answered, confused:

— He’s a baby, what can I do? He doesn’t understand yet.

— I don’t care about your baby, I want to sleep, — he snapped angrily and began throwing even more unpleasant words at me.

My hands were shaking, my breathing became heavy, I could barely keep myself together. I felt like I was about to faint right there.

Suddenly the flight attendant came over. Calmly and politely she addressed the man:

— Sir, may I offer you headphones?

— I don’t need headphones, — he exploded. — I need you to shut this baby up!

And then something unexpected happened. One of the passengers, a big man with a beard and a stern look, rose from his seat. He looked closely at us, as if he also wanted to say something about my child, but then he did something surprising 😢🫣 To be continued in the first comment 👇👇

The man turned his heavy gaze on the suited neighbor:

— Man, don’t you have kids? Or were you never a child yourself? He’s just a baby, he’s scared. Look at his mother: she’s trembling. Don’t you have a conscience?

His tone was firm and unyielding. The man in the suit immediately fell silent and muttered quietly:

— Well… I just wanted to rest.

— Then rest, — the bearded man said more gently. — They offered you headphones politely. If you don’t want them, change seats. But stop picking on a mother with a baby. Or else!

After those words, the suited man went silent, reluctantly took the headphones, muttered something under his breath, and said nothing more for the rest of the flight.

And for the first time in those three hours, I exhaled. Man from the plane, if you’re reading this — thank you!