Captain Ronald Smith, a pilot with United Airlines, embarked on his final flight in 2017, concluding a remarkable 32-year career. The flight, taking off from Chicago to Brussels, was set to be an unforgettable journey, not just for Captain Smith but for everyone on board.
On this last flight, Captain Smith’s retirement became known to a group of young travelers, members of a choir from the Lycée des Garçons d’Esch-sur-Alzette in Luxembourg. Learning about this special occasion, they spontaneously decided to honor the captain in their unique way.
After the plane landed, these thoughtful students patiently waited for other passengers to disembark and for Captain Smith to emerge from the cockpit. As he appeared, they began a beautiful acapella rendition of Coldplay’s “Viva La Vida.” Nicolas, one of the students, captured this heartwarming performance on video. The choir’s voices resonated through the cabin, creating an incredibly touching and memorable moment for Captain Smith.
Watch the video below to witness the choir’s beautiful tribute to Captain Ronald Smith on his last flight, a heartwarming serenade that beautifully marked the end of his distinguished career.
My Granddaughter Forced Me Out for Getting Married at 80 — I Couldn’t Stand the Disrespect & Gave Her a Lesson to Remember
After my granddaughter ousted me for marrying at 80, I couldn’t accept her disrespect. Together with my new husband, Harold, we crafted a bold plan to teach her an unforgettable lesson, culminating in a family-altering confrontation.
I never imagined sharing this tale, but here it is. My name is Margaret, and I celebrated my 80th birthday last spring. I resided in a small, personalized room within my granddaughter Ashley’s home, surrounded by keepsakes of my life.
“Morning, Grandma,” Ashley would say, bursting into my room unannounced. She never knocked.
“Morning, dear,” I’d reply, tidying up my space. “What’s the hurry?”
“We’re off to the park with the kids. Need anything?”
“No, I’m good. Enjoy your day.”
After she rushed off, I reflected alone. I couldn’t complain much; after all, I had sold my house to fund her college education after her parents died tragically when she was 15.
I took her in and strived to provide a good life. Now, she lived here with her husband, Brian, and their two children, in a home that was always bustling.
Things took a turn when I met Harold at the community center months ago. He was charming, always with a camera around his neck. Our chats soon became the highlight of my week, offering a second shot at love.
One day, while Ashley was at work, I decided to share my news. I found her in the kitchen that evening, busy with a recipe book.
“Ashley, I have something to tell you,” I started.
She looked up, “What is it, Grandma?”
“I’ve met someone. His name is Harold, and… he proposed.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Proposed? You mean, marriage?”
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