By: Yvonne Foong Ming Niang (Guest Blogger)
This article by Yvonne Foong Ming Niang extracted from http://www.yvonnefoong.com/2010/08/18/home-and-family-in-the-air/
Eddie & Co. sent mom and me to LAX last Saturday for our flight back to Malaysia.

While waiting in line at the Economy Class baggage check-in counters, we spotted Daryl Stripsky, the Malaysia Airlines ground crew at LAX coming in for work. We said our hellos and caught up a little before another ground crew waved us over and led us to a special counter next to the Golden Club counters.
Golden Club flyers still had to line up but we didn’t have to!
We were the only ones at this counter. The crew promptly processed our documents and issued our tickets. Then, the man who waved us over now accompanied us to check-in ourselves. After having our hand luggage and ourselves scanned, he led us to the International Lounge where business class flyers get to relax, snack and surf the internet.
In December 2009, our seats on the return flight were bunked up to Business Class with the kind intervention of Yang Mulia Tengku Dato’ Azmil, and the ground crew at LAX invited us to the First Class lounge.
This time around, we flew Economy and got to unwind in the business class lounge.

But that wasn’t the first time I was allowed to wait in the business class lounge. The MAS crew at LAX had been taking me there since my visit in March 2009 for the Gamma Knife Radio surgery.
In the business class lounge, I get to surf the web, reply e-mails and tell everyone on Facebook that I was heading for home!
Half an hour to departure, mom and I left the lounge and took the elevator to where boarding gates were. At this floor, another MAS ground crew spotted us. He spoke to mom briefly before leading the way. As we continued to walk ahead, he turned around and made eye contact with me, to say an extra hello. I knew then that he was aware of who we were.
Last weekend, we flew home on Economy like most times.

Even though we were seated in Economy Class, the cabin crew treated us with first class hospitality. The only tell-tale that we were in Economy was the always upright sitting position and the minimal leg space. Our blankets in Economy were woven and not duvets.

Economy Class food tastes just as good if not better. The only difference is in the way food is served. In business class, food is served with big designer plates, full-size cutleries, drinking glass, table cloths and cloth napkins.
If we want a snack in business class, we have to ask the crew, crack our brains and take a pick from the loooooooong list of choices, and then tell the crew what we want.
In Economy, the crew would suddenly and unexpectedly hand you a Magnum ice-cream sometimes. Surprise!

The attention I received in Economy Class was nothing less than what I will receive in Business Class. The crew was always willing to see what I needed whenever I pressed a button on the remote to call for attention.
In Business Class, the crew watched me with hawk’s eye. But it doesn’t mean I am treated any less without the hawk’s eye in Economy!
Once while I was flying Economy last weekend, I woke up during sleep time feeling hungry and called for attention. A steward I had seen seated at the end of the cabin earlier appeared beside me as soon as I pressed the button. He looked very concerned so I told him that I was just feeling hungry and wanted to eat something. He tried to ask me what would I like to have but I said that I couldn’t understand him and searched for my pen. He then dashed to the kitchen, dashed back and stashed two buns in individual plastic wrappers into my hands. I said that one was enough and returned the other.
It was a sardine bun. He also gave me a glass of water as requested.
He left me wondering whether they hired him just to look out for me.

I have much to thank the MAS ground crew in LAX for preparing their cabin colleagues with my background and special needs information. Because of this, the cabin crew was patient while communicating with me. Once on my return flight last weekend, a stewardess on the flight between Taipei and KLIA asked whether I needed a wheelchair upon arriving at KLIA. I said no, but she looked at me questionably and asked, “Are you sure?”
This stewardess had been looking out for me throughout the journey home and grew to empathize with the nature of my hearing impairment.
She spoke at a speed. Intonation and expression that I could pick up her words with my Auditory Brainstem Implant and understand her.
In the end, I chose to use the wheelchair and assistance because KLIA is just too huge!
My next flight to and fro the U.S. for medical reasons will be through Newark in New Jersey. I am going to miss the crew at LAX! *sob* |