The airport buzzed with tired travelers and rolling suitcases. Among them was an older man in a worn coat and scuffed shoes, quietly finding his seat while others glanced his way.

Mid-flight, a voice called out, “Paul? Is that you?” It was Mark — a sharp-looking businessman from Paul’s past. He smirked at Paul’s rough appearance. Paul just smiled. “We all travel through storms,” he said.

Moments later, turbulence hit hard. A passenger collapsed, and chaos spread. When the crew called for a doctor, Paul rose without hesitation. Calm and steady, he performed CPR until the man gasped for air. The cabin fell silent.

“You’re a doctor?” the attendant asked.
“I was,” Paul replied.

Whispers spread — he’d once been a brilliant surgeon before life changed his path. But none of that mattered now.

When the plane landed, passengers clapped. Mark approached quietly. “I didn’t know,” he said.
Paul smiled. “You never asked.”

He stepped off the plane into the morning light — the same old coat, but a newfound respect following behind.