We are surrounded by Mayday calls every day—not from the skies, but from people right next to us. The classmate who suddenly goes quiet. The friend who withdraws from everyone. The parent who seems fine but is overwhelmed. The neighbour who no longer smiles. They are calling Mayday. Not with radios, but with broken hearts, anxious texts, silence, or subtle changes. And unlike the flight, these cries can still be answered—if only we are willing to hear. Life, like that afternoon flight, is fragile. Let’s not wait for a disaster to remind us to care. Be the one who notices. Be the one who listens. Be the one who responds. Because saving a life doesn’t always need a runway—just a listening heart.❤️🙏