In May 2010, my mother and brother passed in a traumatic event. I was leading a Birthright trip in Israel and had to fly home quickly. When I arrived to JFK airport very early the next morning, my phone battery had died and the stores were closed. I desperately needed to be in touch with my family, who had made connecting flight arrangements for me while I was traveling back to the states. Phone booths were a thing of the past and I stood in the airport crying with no emotional capacity to problem solve. A TSA security guard came behind me and gently hugged me. I didn’t know this man, but he felt like a safe person who was witness to my sadness. I let him hold me for a moment and cried into his shoulder. When I was calm enough to speak, I told him what had happened in my family and how I just needed to make one phone call to find out my next flight details. He handed me his phone and walked away to give me privacy for the call. I wish I had gotten his name because I would like nothing more than to thank him for having the capacity to hold space for my grief and the kindness to trust me with his phone.