Earlier this week, I was on a flight from Greensboro to Chicago. I boarded the flight, got myself settled, and then heard my name called. I was being upgraded to first class.
One of the perks of flying a lot is that the airlines try to reward those people who use their services on a regular basis, and in my case, a frequent basis.
I’m usually pretty comfortable in most situations, but this was different. He was a Kennedy, the closest thing we have in our country to a royal family. What could I possibly have to offer in conversation with him?
Well, it turns out, quite a lot. Totally inquisitive, he wanted to know everything, how I grew up, where I lived, what I did, even things I engineered. His eyes locked in, never wavering, always engaged.
After being told I grew up on a turkey farm, he wanted to know if I thought turkeys could survive on his family’s island vacation retreat.
Talk about a guy totally comfortable in his own skin, Chris Kennedy is it. I see a lot of people who land in successful situations through inheritance, who think of themselves as entitled and privileged. I sensed none of that in him.
At the end of the flight, he asked for my card and promised he would stay in touch.