What are the odds? This story gave me goosebumps: "The pilot was standing around as I got out of my wheelchair to board my flight to Portland. He followed me and the flight attendant who volunteered to carry my bag. As I flung myself into my seat, he quickly asks, "were you in the military." I replied "yes." He said, "Afghanistan 2010?" Again, although surprised this time, I said slowly "yessss." He then told me that he recognized me, my injuries, and my face. He told me he never knew if I survived or not. Marc Vincequere is his name. He flys with United now. Crazy small world. …He was the pilot that flew me out of Afghanistan." Credit: Todd Love
@CalltoActivism I salute 🫡 you Marc Vincequere 🥳🔥❤️
@CalltoActivism May God bless his heart 🙏❤️ Marc Vincequere 🥳
@CalltoActivism WOW, Powerful story. We forget sometimes how many American "Heros" surround us as we go about our day. Freedom is NOT Free!
@CalltoActivism All I can say is, God bless our military and God bless our Veterans 🙏🏼💕 My heart is full 🥰
What an incredible and serendipitous encounter! The odds of meeting the pilot who flew you out of Afghanistan, recognizing you after all these years, make for a truly goosebump-inducing story. It's a testament to the remarkable connections that can unexpectedly surface in our lives, especially in a world as vast as ours.