The Last Message You’ll Ever Send

Natasha Ramirez had her life all planned out.

In three hours, she’d be flying to London for her dream job—a promotion she’d fought for, long nights coding and designing software. Her future felt unstoppable.

Until her phone buzzed with a message that made her drop her toothbrush in the sink.

From: Natasha Ramirez

Sent: July 1, 2035, 8:14 AM

Don’t get on Flight 227. Trust me. It’s not worth it.

Natasha blinked at the screen.

Her own name. Her own number. A date ten years into the future.

This has to be some sick joke.

Yet she couldn’t shake the crawling chill in her chest.

At the airport, Natasha tried to act normal. She drank overpriced coffee. She answered emails. She told herself a glitchy phone couldn’t decide her fate.

But she kept rereading the message until the words blurred.

She finally texted back:

Who is this? Why are you doing this?

The reply came so fast it made her jump.

I’m you. Older. Wiser. Please listen. If you get on that flight, everything changes.

“Now boarding Flight 227 to London, Group One.”

The announcement boomed over the intercom.

Natasha felt her pulse thudding in her temples.

A woman nearby was FaceTiming with her kids, promising to bring back British candy. A young guy was telling a friend how he’d propose in London. Everything looked so normal.

But Natasha’s hands were shaking as she held her boarding pass.

She opened the message thread again.

This is the last message I’ll ever send. The plane doesn’t crash. You survive. But your whole life ends up different. And it’s a life full of regret.

If you stay off that plane, you’ll save someone else’s life—and your own.

Natasha’s throat tightened.

She wanted to scream at her phone. Tell me HOW! Tell me WHY!

But the next message only said:

You’ll know soon enough.

They called her group.

Natasha walked toward the gate, each step feeling heavier than the last. She glanced over at the windows. Rain pattered against the glass.

One choice. One moment.

She thought of her career, the apartment she was going to rent in London, the life she’d imagined. She thought of how hard she’d worked to get here.

And she thought of how empty it all might feel if she ignored the warning and discovered it was true.

Suddenly, a voice shouted behind her:

“Please! I need help!”

A man in his late twenties was stumbling toward the gate. His face was pale. His breathing sounded ragged. He collapsed to his knees, clutching his chest.

People gasped. Someone yelled for help.

Natasha dropped her suitcase and ran over, kneeling beside him.

“Are you allergic to anything? Do you have medication?”

He nodded weakly and fumbled in his pocket. Natasha grabbed the injector pen he pulled out and pressed it into his thigh.

A few moments later, he started breathing easier.

Paramedics arrived, lifting him onto a stretcher.

He grabbed Natasha’s hand before they wheeled him away.

“Thank you…you saved my life.”

When she stood up, Natasha saw the last boarding call flashing on the screen. Flight 227.

But she didn’t move.

The airline staff glanced at her. She shook her head slowly.

“I’m not getting on.”

Hours later, Natasha sat at the café near the gates, sipping lukewarm coffee, still trembling.

She stared out at the runway as Flight 227 took off into the gray sky.

Her phone buzzed one last time.

You did it. You’re safe. And so is he. This is the last message you’ll ever send.

Natasha put her phone down, her eyes brimming with tears.

Maybe she’d never know exactly what she’d avoided. Maybe she’d have to rebuild her plans from scratch.

But for the first time in her life, Natasha felt like she’d chosen her own future—and saved another person’s in the process.

And that… was worth everything.

Moral:

One brave choice can change your fate—and someone else’s life.

writen by: NAVEED KHAN