A murmur passed through the crowd, like a wave crashing against the shore. A few women pulled their children closer, and a man with a newspaper under his arm took a step back, as if he expected everything to explode at any moment. Security was trying to calm the people, but the tension was rising.
Edward felt his heart racing wildly. The image of his son, Daniel, echoed in his mind. What if that boy was right and the plane really wasn’t safe? He remembered his mother’s words from childhood: “Better safe than sorry.” It was a simple Romanian saying he had heard so many times in his grandparents’ house in Transylvania, where he had gone as a child with his parents. Back then, he hadn’t fully understood its meaning. Now, in the middle of the terminal, he felt the full weight of those words.
“Stop the boarding!” he shouted, raising his voice above the noise of the crowd.
The security agent looked at him in shock, but Edward used his natural authority, the same one that had helped him close million-dollar deals. “If something happens, the responsibility will be on your shoulders. I say the plane needs to be checked.”
A murmur of approval rose among the passengers. The people, frightened, wanted answers. The force of the crowd was on the side of the boy and Edward.
After a few tense minutes, the airline staff announced over the loudspeakers that the flight would be delayed for “additional technical checks.” The crowd erupted in a wave of emotions: some applauded, others grumbled, but all were uneasy.
Edward leaned down to the child.
“What’s your name?”
“Mihai,” the boy replied, his voice almost a whisper.
The simple, Romanian name made Edward flinch. It felt as if an invisible bridge had formed between them, a thin thread of destiny.
A few hours later, the news buzzed: “Possible attack averted at JFK Airport.” The security team had indeed discovered a suspicious box filled with explosives, connected by hidden wires to the plane’s mechanisms. Authorities were not disclosing details, but it was clear that a disaster had been narrowly averted.
Edward felt a lump in his throat. What if he had ignored the child’s cry? What if he had gone on as usual, blinded by his hurry?
He looked at Mihai, who was sitting in a waiting area chair, his dirty feet dangling above the floor. In his eyes, there was no longer just fear, but also a glimmer of hope.
“You saved my life,” Edward said slowly, feeling for the first time in a long time that every word was coming from his heart. “And not just mine. You saved hundreds of people.”
The boy looked up and, for a moment, smiled. A shy smile, but real. It was the smile of a child who knew he had not been ignored.
The days that followed brought unexpected changes. The story made it into all the newspapers and on all the TV channels. Journalists spoke of “the street boy who saved an entire plane.” But for Edward, the real change was not in the headlines, but in his soul.
He remembered the traditions from his grandparents’ village, where anyone who entered the yard gate was welcomed with a piece of bread and a glass of water. “A person should not be left hungry on the road,” his grandmother used to say. Those words, which he had forgotten in the rush of business life, were now returning with force.
He looked again at Mihai. He couldn’t let him return to the streets, in the cold and hunger, after just saving his life.
“You’re coming with me,” he said. “From now on, you won’t sleep on the floor in airports anymore.”
The boy’s eyes filled with tears, but he said nothing. He just nodded, as if he still couldn’t believe it.
Time passed. Edward did not get on that plane again, but he made the most important investment of his life: in a child who needed the chance he had forgotten existed.
One evening, at home, when Daniel and Mihai were playing together on the carpet, Edward felt for the first time in years the peace of a true family. He knew that money, business, and quick flights meant nothing compared to that moment.
And deep in his soul, another Romanian saying came to mind, once heard from his grandfather:
“A saved soul is worth a whole world.”
That evening, Edward truly understood what it meant.
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