At 34, I lost my husband David in a car accident during my sixth month of pregnancy. After Ethan’s birth, I struggled with grief and money. On a plane to my mom’s, Ethan wouldn’t stop crying, and a man nearby shouted for me to silence him or go to the bathroom. Trembling, I moved to the bathroom, but a man in a dark suit stopped me, offered his business seat, and calmed Ethan. When the rude man jeered at my absence, the suited man called him by name, and his smirk disappeared immediately. (check