At 30,000 Feet, I Watched My Wife Crawl Across the Floor With Both Legs in Casts While My Mother Hid Her Crutches—Then I Noticed What Was Recording Behind Them

“You did intervene.”

“I filmed first.”

“For forty-seven seconds.”

Then:

“You gave me my crutches, called medical advice, stayed with me, canceled the dinner, and called Marcus.”

Sarah cried.

The camera had not replaced action.

It supported it.