I was loosing my mind so I packed a bag and ran away. I tried to run away one time when I was a kid but I was afraid of the neighbors dog. Scared, I went back home!

Music in my ears lowered just enough to hear the waves crash.

I feel like I’m a frequent flyer but they have yet to recognize me. Instead I got a pat down going thru security in MV. Evidently my jeans were so tight it looked like I had something in my crotch.

I predicted I was going to have the urge to drink heavily or make a lot of noise by singing, laughing or talking. Maybe all. I wasn’t real sure.

I was really excited. The other two passengers said I could sit in the cockpit with the pilot. I knew this was a thing but I wasn’t really interested because I knew it would be foggy. When the three of us boarded, there was a copilot so my chances were wiped out.

Niamh Lennon is the Irish spelling. Pronounced Neev. I know, it’s way off, right? Niamh is 42, married and from Dublin, Ireland. She was flying to Boston to catch a connecting flight home.

I was early. I got through security quickly, even though my bag got tagged because I left my iPad in it. Seriously, I forgot I had even brought it. I, of course, apologized. The officer ran it through the conveyor again, and I was cleared and off. I scanned the bar, attempting to find someone I could make friends with.

It’s amazing how much you can learn from those you have known your entire life.

Over the last few months I have told the stories of strangers who have either inspired me or made my day brighter by getting to know them. I call them my soul shines.

My thoughts: I don’t know why he’s doing that, he’s not gonna need those!

Sipping my Starbucks coffee and I seriously cannot see anything out of the windows because it is so so foggy!!! I try to detour my mind by thinking of something funny…

Seriously I really wanted to take a nap on my leg from Atlanta to Boston. I honestly thought no one was going to sit next to me but here comes a couple and two kids. They were the last to board. Decky sat next to me.

My plans were to check into my room, grab some food and a drink at the restaurant/bar and head to bed early. Well, if you know me, plans can change real quick!

My blessing from Boston to Atlanta: Eric, 27, from Boston heading to Atlanta for work. He’s in sales but he doesn’t sell, he writes the contracts.

Well. I ain’t gonna lie. A friend of mine that lives on the island said it’s like riding in a Volkswagen.

I couldn’t talk to any strangers and there was no nap on my second leg. All I could do was laugh.

First victim, Artim, 18 years old. Traveling from Atlanta to Boston for college where he is studying Business.