KevinMD January 3, 2026
The cabin was quiet in that familiar, suspended way airplanes always are with a steady engine hum, passengers absorbed in movies, sleep, and anticipation with the intermittent crying child. It was an ordinary flight. Until it wasn’t. The overhead speaker crackled without warning. “If there is a doctor on board, please identify yourself.”
The voice was calm. The effect was not. Just a row behind me, a child no more than 12 or 13 was slumped forward in their seat, saliva pooling from their mouth, their mother frozen in panic. They had a known neurologic developmental condition. Their face was pale. Their skin slick with sweat. Parents called out in trembling voices. Siblings stood paralyzed. Panic rippled outward through the...
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