Thank You to the Woman at Gate B22

Dear stranger at Gate B22 at O'Hare,

My flight to see my sister was delayed four hours, and my three-year-old had reached the end of her patience about ninety minutes in. I was trying everything. Snacks, songs, the iPad, bargaining. Nothing worked. People were starting to stare.

You walked over, crouched down and asked my daughter if she wanted to see a magic trick. You made a coin disappear behind her ear, then out of her shoe. She stopped crying immediately and stared at you like you were a wizard.

You spent the next hour with us, teaching her to play "I spy" with the airplanes outside. You told me you were a grandmother of nine and "this is my favorite airport activity."

I never got your name. My daughter still talks about "the magic lady." Thank you for rescuing us both.