My father nearly died, and days later, my baby was coming miles above the earth. A stranger stepped forward as contractions tore through me, guiding my daughter into the world while my husband held my hand. Then the captain interrupted our joy with an announcement about the man beside me, and everything I thought I knew began to unra…
At 34 weeks pregnant, I learned that my father, Walt, had survived a massive heart attack thanks to a stranger’s nine minutes of CPR.
Six days later, on a flight home with my husband, Chris, I went into premature labor. A paramedic named Ramon offered help. Despite an emergency landing being arranged, our little girl arrived at 35,000 feet. Chris shared a photograph with our family, and Dad immediately recognized the man standing beside his newborn granddaughter.
