Two years after I saved a woman’s life at 35,000 feet, I was at my lowest, struggling to make ends meet and reeling from my mother’s loss. On Christmas Eve, a knock on my door brought an unexpected gift and a chance at a new beginning from a stranger I thought I’d never see again.
I’d seen every kind of passenger imaginable in my years as a flight attendant — the nervous first-timers, the seasoned business travelers, and the excited vacation-goers.
But there’s one passenger I’ll never forget. Not because of her designer clothes or business-class ticket, but because of what happened at 35,000 feet that day. Two years later, she changed my life in ways I never could have imagined.
A sad, teary-eyed woman | Source: Midjourney
Let me paint a picture of my life first. My basement apartment was exactly what you’d expect for $600 a month in the city. Water stains decorated the ceiling like abstract art, and the radiator clanked through the night like someone beating it with a wrench.
But it was all I could afford now, at 26, after everything that happened. The kitchen counter doubled as my desk, workspace, and dining table. A small twin bed occupied one corner, its metal frame visible where the sheets had pulled loose.
The walls were thin enough that I could hear every footstep from the apartment above, each a reminder of how far I’d fallen from my old life.
I stared at the stack of unpaid bills on my fold-out table, each one a reminder of how quickly life can spiral. The collection agencies had started calling again. Three times that day alone.
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I picked up my phone, thumb hovering over Mom’s number out of habit, before remembering. Six months. It had been six months since I’d had anyone to call.
My neighbor’s TV droned through the wall, some cheerful holiday movie about family reunions and Christmas miracles. I turned up my radio to drown it out, but the Christmas carols felt like salt in an open wound.
“Just keep breathing, Evie,” I whispered to myself, Mom’s favorite advice when things got tough. “One day at a time.”
The irony wasn’t lost on me. BREATHING. That’s what started this whole story on that fateful flight.
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“Miss, please! Someone help her!” A loud cry pierced through the aisle.
The memory of that flight two years ago was still crystal clear. I was doing my regular checks in business class when I heard the panic in a man’s voice. Three rows ahead, an elderly woman was clutching her throat, her face turning an alarming shade of red.
“She’s choking!” Another passenger shouted, half-rising from his seat.
My training kicked in instantly. I rushed to her side, positioning myself behind her seat. The other flight attendant, Jenny, was already radioing for any medical professionals on board.
“Ma’am, I’m here to help. Can you breathe at all?” I asked the lady.
A senior woman experiencing discomfort on a flight | Source: Midjourney
She shook her head frantically, her eyes wide with fear. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into the armrest, knuckles white with strain.
“I’m going to help you breathe again. Try to stay calm.”
I wrapped my arms around her torso, found the spot just above her navel, and thrust upward with everything I had. Nothing. Again. Nothing. The third time, I heard a small gasp.
A piece of chicken shot across the aisle, landing on a man’s newspaper. The woman doubled over, taking deep, ragged breaths. The entire cabin seemed to exhale collectively.
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“Easy now,” I soothed, rubbing her back. “Just breathe slowly. Jenny, can you bring some water?”
The woman’s hands were shaking as she smoothed her silk blouse. When she finally looked up at me, her eyes were watery but warm. She grabbed my hand, squeezing it tight.
“Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll never forget this. I’m Mrs. Peterson, and you just saved my life.”
A senior woman smiling on a flight | Source: Midjourney
I smiled, already moving to get her some water. “Just doing my job, Mrs. Peterson. Try small sips.”
“No, dear,” she insisted, holding onto my wrist. “Some things are more than just a job. I was so scared, and you were so calm. How can I ever repay you?”
“The best repayment is seeing you breathing normally again. Please, drink some water and rest. I’ll check on you again soon.”
If I’d known then how right she was about some things being more than just a job, maybe I wouldn’t have hurried back to my duties quite so fast.
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Life has a way of making you forget the good moments when the bad ones come crashing down. After Mom’s diagnosis, everything else became background noise. I quit my flight attendant job to care for her.
We sold everything — my car, Grandpa’s house in the suburbs, even Mom’s art collection. She’d been quite well-known in local galleries, and her paintings fetched decent prices.
“You don’t have to do this, Evie,” Mom had protested when I brought her the resignation letter to read. “I can manage.”
“Like you managed when I was sick with pneumonia in third grade? Or when I broke my arm in high school?” I kissed her forehead. “Let me take care of you for once.”
An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney
The last painting to go was her favorite — a watercolor she’d painted of me sitting by our kitchen window, sketching two birds building a nest in the maple tree outside.
She’d captured every detail, from the morning sunlight in my messy hair to the way I used to bite my lip when I concentrated. It was the last thing she painted before she got sick.
“Why did you paint me drawing birds?” I’d asked her when she first showed it to me.
She smiled, touching the dried paint gently. “Because you’ve always been like those birds, honey. Always building something beautiful, no matter what life throws at you.”
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Soon, we struck gold online. An anonymous buyer offered us a fortune, way more than we expected. And Mom couldn’t believe her luck.
“See, Evie? Even when things seem darkest, there’s always someone out there willing to help build a nest.”
Three weeks later, she was gone. The hospital room was quiet except for the slowing beep of monitors.
“I’m sorry, baby,” she’d whispered, her last words to me. “Stay strong.”
The doctors said she wasn’t in pain at the end. I hoped they were right.
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Time slipped away like grains of sand. Christmas Eve found me alone in my basement, watching shadows dance on the wall from passing car headlights.
I hadn’t bothered with the decorations. What was the point? The only Christmas card I’d received was from my landlord, reminding me my rent was due on the first.
Nobody knew where I lived. I’d made sure of that. After Mom died, I couldn’t handle the pitying looks, the awkward conversations, and the well-meaning but painful questions about how I was “holding up.”
But then, a loud knock on my door startled me.
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I approached cautiously, peering through the peephole to see a man in an expensive suit holding a gift box with a perfect bow. His overcoat probably cost more than three months of my rent.
“Can I help you?” I called through the door.
“Miss Evie? I have a delivery for you.”
I opened the door a crack, keeping the chain on. “A gift? For me?”
He smiled politely. “Yes, ma’am, this is for you,” he said, extending the box. “There’s an invitation too. I assure you, everything will make sense soon.”
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The box was heavy for its size, wrapped in thick paper that crinkled softly as I took it. I found an elegant cream envelope. But it was what lay beneath that made my heart stop — Mom’s last painting. There I was, forever frozen in time at our old kitchen window, sketching birds on a spring morning.
“Wait!” I called out. “Who are you? Why are you returning this painting?”
The man looked up. “You’ll get your answers, don’t worry. My boss would like to meet you. Do you accept the invitation?”
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I looked down at the painting, then back at him. “When?”
“Now, if you’re willing. The car is waiting.”
The car pulled up to a mansion that looked like something out of a holiday movie, complete with twinkling lights and wreaths in every window. Fresh snow crunched under my worn boots as the man led me up the walkway.
I clutched the painting closer, feeling desperately out of place.
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Inside, a grand staircase swept upward, garlands trailing its banister. The man led me through to a warmly lit study where a fire crackled in a stone fireplace. And there, rising from an armchair, was Mrs. Peterson — the same woman I’d saved on that flight two years ago.
“Hello, Evie,” she said softly. “It’s been a while.”
I stood frozen, the painting clutched to my chest. “Mrs. Peterson?”
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She gestured for me to sit in a leather chair beside the fire. “I saw your mother’s work featured in a local art gallery’s online post,” she explained. “When I saw the painting of you, I knew I had to have it. Something about the way you were capturing those birds…” She trailed off, her eyes growing distant. “It reminded me so much of my daughter.”
“You bought my mother’s painting?”
She nodded. “I learned about your mother’s diagnosis and even spoke with the doctors,” she continued, her voice breaking. “I offered them any amount of money to save her. But some things…” She dabbed a tear. “Some things are beyond the reach of money.”
“How did you find me?” I whispered.
A visibly shaken woman | Source: Midjourney
“I have my ways,” she said with a small smile. “I contacted the hospital and convinced them to share your address, given the circumstances. I wanted to make sure you were taken care of, even if I couldn’t save your mother.”
“Why would you go to such extreme lengths for me?”
Mrs. Peterson moved to sit beside me. “Because I lost my daughter last year to cancer. She was about your age.” She touched the frame of the painting gently. “When I saw this listed online — a mother’s last artwork being sold to pay for her treatment — I knew I had to help. Even if I was too late.”
I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. “The money from this painting gave us three more weeks together.”
“My daughter Rebecca loved art too.” Mrs. Peterson’s voice wavered. “She would have loved this painting. The symbolism of it… building something together, even when everything seems broken.”
An emotional older woman | Source: Midjourney
She pulled me into a hug, and we both cried, two strangers connected by loss and a moment at 35,000 feet.
“Spend Christmas with me,” she said finally. “No one should be alone on Christmas!”
The next morning, we sat in her sunny kitchen, sharing stories over coffee and homemade cinnamon rolls. The kitchen smelled like vanilla and spices, warm and inviting in a way my basement apartment never could be.
“Rebecca used to make these every Christmas morning,” Mrs. Peterson said, passing me another roll. “She insisted on making them from scratch, even though I told her the ones from the store were just fine.”
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“Mom was the same way about her Sunday pancakes,” I smiled. “She said love was the secret ingredient.”
“Your mother sounds like she was an amazing woman.”
“She was. She taught art at the community center, you know? Even when she was sick, she worried about her students missing their lessons.”
Mrs. Peterson nodded, understanding in her eyes. “That’s the hardest part, isn’t it? Watching them worry about everyone else until the very end.”
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It was healing to find someone who understood exactly how it felt to have such an enormous void in your life. Someone who knew that grief doesn’t follow a timetable and that some days are harder than others, and that’s okay.
“Evie,” Mrs. Peterson said, setting down her coffee cup. “I have a proposition for you. My family’s business needs a new personal assistant… someone I can trust. Someone with quick thinking and a kind heart.” She smiled. “Know anyone who might fit that description? Someone called Evie?!”
I looked at her in surprise. “Are you serious?”
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“Completely. Rebecca always said I worked too hard. Maybe it’s time I had someone to help share the load.” She reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “What do you say?”
Looking at her hopeful expression, I felt something I hadn’t experienced in months: a spark of possibility. Maybe Mom was right that morning when she painted me watching those birds. Maybe home really is something you build together, one small piece at a time.
“Yes,” I said, squeezing back. “Yes, I’d like that very much.”
As we hugged, I knew my life was about to change. This Christmas, I found a family again. And though nothing could replace the hole my mother’s absence left, perhaps with Mrs. Peterson’s help, I could build a new home… one that honored the past while giving me hope for the future.
An emotional young woman standing in a mansion | Source: Midjourney
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What Happened to Zac Efron: He Changed His Lifestyle and Now Calls a Different Country “Home”
Zac Efron has been traveling around the world frequently since he shot to fame, both for work and leisure. Still, he kept living in California, where he was born and raised. However, it all suddenly changed after he chose to spend some time abroad and he realized he needed to change the way he lived in order to find true happiness.
He lived most of his life in the United States.
Originally from San Luis Obispo, in California, Zac Efron spent the majority of his life in the United States, having grown up close to the heart of Hollywood. Despite this, his parents were never involved in the entertainment business. Still, he took his first steps into that world early on in his life. His journey in acting and singing began during his time at Arroyo Grande High School in the early 2000s, with a drama teacher playing a pivotal role in connecting him to an agent.
After he achieved success with teen flicks like the High School Musical trilogy and 17 Again(2009), he shifted into more dramatic roles in films such as The Greatest Showman(2017) and, more recently, Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile(2019). It was this ever-growing filmography that allowed him to amass a net worth of around $25 million and gave him the opportunity to purchase a mansion in Los Feliz, Los Angeles, in 2013. He lived there for seven years until he no longer felt like it was the right place for him.
So, what happened to Zac Efron to make him change his mind? Keep reading to find out.
His L.A. house had everything to offer, but ultimately it wasn’t enough.
The 36-year-old actor put his Los Feliz home up for sale in December, 2020, and the listing made public the house’s astounding features. The property, which is nestled against the Hollywood Hills and located in a prestigious neighborhood filled with plenty of celebrity residents, offers breathtaking views, accentuated by walls of glass, terraces, and numerous outdoor spaces that offer panoramic vistas of the city below.
With five bedrooms and five bathrooms within its 5.455-square-foot layout, the main level includes a living area, dining room, chef’s kitchen adjoining a family room, and a master suite with a spa-like bathroom. But that’s not all!
Additionally, it has three bedrooms with bathrooms downstairs, along with a separate one-bedroom, one-bath guesthouse. It also features amenities such as a gym, media room, game room and security cameras, and the outdoor space includes view decks suitable for outdoor dining and lounging.
So, with all its potential, it wasn’t shocking that it sold in only a few months, in spite of the hefty price tag. In May 2021, the house sold for $5.3 million. Albeit below the initial asking price of $5.9 million, it still marks a profitable venture for Efron, as he paid around $4 million when he first purchased the property.
He fell in love with a different country.
In 2020, Efron made a move that had a deep impact on him — he relocated to Byron Bay, Australia. Back then, he still owned the Los Feliz mansion, so many thought it was just a temporary home. The fact that he lived out of a van, before buying a property in the Australian beachside town also led many to believe nothing much could come of the move.
However, he shot the second season of his Netflix documentary series Down to Earththere, which allowed him to spend over a year with the Aussies. Eventually, he did return to the US to enjoy quality time with his family, but it wasn’t long before he was once again on Australian ground. This time, it was to shoot Ricky Stanicky, a movie in which he co-stars with John Cena and that has yet to have a set date for its debut.
But a special situation might have sealed the deal for his ever-growing bond with the country. Shortly after he moved to Australia, Efron found love. He met Vanessa Valladares, a waitress at the Byron Bay General Store & Cafe, in June 2020. They began dating and eventually spent Christmas and New Year’s together in Australia. Although the couple has since called it quits, the relationship might have been the final trigger of Efron’s decision to move permanently from the US, as he then put his L.A. home on the market.
Finally, a source close to the actor revealed in January 2021, that Efron already considered Australia “home.”
The actor doesn’t think Hollywood is a healthy place to live in.
The actor had previously expressed his intention to move out of Hollywood, though, and it was precisely in a scene from Down to Earth. In the fourth episode, he candidly shared his desire to move away from the Hollywood scene and the lifestyle associated with it, and emphasized that it didn’t contribute in any way to a “long, happy, mentally-sound life.”
Curiously, what happened to Zac Efron also happened to Chris Hemsworth, in which both actors made the decision to move to Australia so they could distance themselves from the hecticness of Hollywood. Although Hemsworth himself is Australian, his mindset was similar to that of Efron.
In 2016, Hemsworth, known for his role as Thor in several Marvel movies, relocated his family from Los Angeles to Byron Bay. The 40-year-old similarly expressed a wish to escape the suffocating nature of being constantly surrounded by the entertainment industry. Opting for a more tranquil lifestyle, as of 2023, he and his family reside in a $20 million mega-mansion in Byron Bay’s hinterland, which they view as a healthier environment for their children to grow up in.
People often also wonder what happened to Zac Efron when it comes to his new appearance. His face changed considerably throughout the years but the drastic change isn’t down to plastic surgery. According to him, it’s because of an accident where he almost died.
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