My name is Colin, I’m a 39-year-old financier, and I want to share something that happened a week ago on a six-hour flight from Seattle to Florida.

I fly often, and on this particular trip, I was upgraded to an empty business-class seat. A few minutes after boarding, a woman approached me and said she wanted to sit there. When I politely refused, she snapped, “I’m seven months pregnant! What kind of man are you?”

I stayed quiet and didn’t move. She eventually huffed and went back to her seat.

When the plane landed, a flight attendant came up to me. She glared and said coldly, “Sir, I hope you choose kindness in the future, because our decisions can have big consequences.”

I was stunned — I had no idea what she meant.

Later, I found out that after returning to her seat, the woman had become overwhelmed and fainted, apparently from emotional stress. The crew rushed to help her, and thankfully she recovered before the flight ended. I hadn’t realized any of this had happened; I’d fallen asleep up front.

After we landed, some passengers told me what had gone on, and I could feel their judgment — even from the flight attendant. Still, I can’t help but wonder: did I really do anything wrong? Was it my fault for choosing my own comfort over a stranger’s?

What do you think — was I the bad guy?

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