About the priest, well, he was the calmest one in our section (besides the two people sitting next to me who were completely and utterly clueless.)As I remember it, he just looked over at the mother who had made the request and reached out and touched her arm and the baby gently, smiling all the while. It was more of a reassuring thing than an ‘official’ blessing if you kwim. Even though I had started crying by that time, it was comforting to see that the priest wasn’t getting too worked up about it all. He actually spent the entire crisis reassuring nearly everyone in our section. I would have taken what he was giving, ha ha, but I was seated directly behind him so it was difficult for us to interact. I did think that if things got REALLY bad, perhaps I would get out of my seat and go forward and ask him to bless me, but thankfully I never had to make that move.

I did find out (in the rebooking line in Nashville) that he was an Episcopal priest and being an Episcopalian I have always thought that that was a comforting coincidence (in a strange way.)

i also think its cool that you get to see more of the country by staying “grounded”.

I was wondering the same thing!

I would have been so scared. I once was on a flight where there was an x-pilot behind us, and he kept saying he smelt some sort of fuel leak or something. I cried the entire flight.