I met my husband on a flight to Israel. I was traveling back with my sister and her 3 young children to help her while her husband was in the army. The kids were all screaming, and it was a disaster. This nice man comes over and offers to help however he can. He read my nephew books while we got the other kids calmed down. And offered to help a few times throughout the flight. My sister, who is actually a shadchan, tried to set us up right there and then when we landed. We were both a little caught off guard but made plans to meet in the Old City later that week, and the rest is history!
