Personal Narrative: Cold Arctic Disorders

Usually, the rumbling of a plane makes people very uncomfortable, but no, not me. I’m more concerned with the blistering cold arctic winds that are blasting in my face like a blizzard, while the gentleman sitting next to me is anxiously picking at the cushioning of the seats. Thankfully the air conditioning stops along with the plane.
Once I exited the plane with my bags, I entered Frankfurt International Airport. I began making small talk with some people when I noticed a woman in a wheelchair struggling to communicate with some workers at the gate. I speak Farsi and English while the workers speak German and English; the lady, however, spoke Arabic.
I decided I would take on the duty of escorting the lady to her gate. I rolled her to the