Essay on My Experience At My Life
I was making some jewelry on the plane flying back to the United States.
Making jewelry was something I loved to do, I’d always have my jewelry making supplies with me so I could make my jewelry on longer flights. There were even times I’d give “up in the air discounts” to flight attendants. When they’d walk past me and say, “Oh nice!” I’d ask, “What do you want? I’ll custom design it!”. And I’d give those “up in the air discounts” and pay for my plane ticket by the time I got to the other side of the world.
Anyway, one such time I was sitting there after I had been in India, making my jewelry.
A woman came walking by, looked down and said, “Hmm, nice!”
She was a passenger, and although I had specifically moved my seat so I could be alone, she sat down right next to me and we started talking.
She said, “What are you doing?” and I said, “Making jewelry.” And one thing led to another, and next thing you know I’m helping her to make two really bad bracelets for her daughters.
After a while had gone by, I asked curiously, “Ruth,” which was her name, “What do you do?”
She paused and said, “I have an organization in Bangalore that supports women who have been suppressed, raped and beaten.”
I blurted out, “Oh my God!” And she said, “Yes, we have about 25,000 women that are part of the organization.”
We continued to talk throughout the flight, and when we arrived at our stop, she asked me, “Janet, do…