Dad flew out of town for an important meeting, but was stunned to find this in his suitcase.

It was hard to say good-bye.

Ever since our move across the country, little Nate never quite adjusted. It must have been confusing for the tyke. One minute he was playing trucks in the backyard with his best friend, and the next he was uprooted to a strange new town.

Little Nate became dependent after so much change. His favorite security blanket was well-worn, and had become more of an insecurity blanket.

All we could do was pray that he’d be alright.

USA Post shared this story about a little boy’s act of bravery.

Here’s what happened.

When I was fresh out of the seminary, my wife, Kathy, and I moved with our two-year-old son, Nate, to a small native village in Alaska. The small three- and four-passenger planes we took on our connecting flights so terrified our little boy that he took his favorite blanket and covered his head until we set down on the small dirt landing strips.

Later, during the long adjustment months that followed, when we were learning how to live in a new place among new people of a different culture, my son carried his security blanket everywhere, and it soon became soft and well-worn. He couldn’t fall asleep until he had his blanket and could snuggle into its warmth.

The second year that we were in the village, I had a chance to guest speak at a mission conference in Seattle. While I was packing for the trip, my son followed me around the room, asking where I was going, and how long would I be gone, and why did I have to speak to those people, and was anyone going with me?

Fine-tuning my speech in my mind, I was a little distracted and concerned about catching the small plane out of the village on time. My son seemed most worried about my having to fly out in bad weather on one of those small planes he feared so much. I reassured him that I would be fine, and I asked him to take care of his mom until I came back. With a hug at the door, I was off to the village landing strip and on to my speaking engagement.

When I got to the hotel in Seattle, I didn’t have time to unpack until later that evening, and I was horrified when I opened my luggage and found my son’s security blanket inside. I pictured my wife trying desperately to find the lost blanket as she prepared our son for bed. I immediately rushed to the phone to call Kathy and tell her that the blanket was in my luggage, so she could reassure our frantic son.

Kathy picked up the phone and barely had time to answer when I began to explain that the blanket was in my luggage and I had no idea how it had accidentally been packed. I was in the midst of my apology when Kathy calmed me down with the news that she already knew where the blanket was.

She told me that she had picked Nate up and held him by the window to let him watch me drive away from the house. She had suggested that they pray for “Daddy to have a safe trip.”

Knowing that our son would be most afraid of the small plane ride to the major airport, she prayed, “Dear Lord, please help Daddy feel safe on the little plane.” When the prayer was over, our son Nate spoke up and comforted his mom. “Don’t worry, Mom, I gave Daddy my blanket to keep him safe.”

Boy, was he frantic when he opened that suitcase!

But as it turned out, his little boy sacrificed his own comfort in order to protect his daddy.

That is what true courage is all about.

Carry-on, brave little man.

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