On a recent Paris - Yaoundé flight the passenger next to me seemed very distressed, so I called the FA, who in turn called for a doctor. It turned out that the young lady next to me who had flown from the US the previous night was suffering from a rather bad case of pneumonia (how do you spell that?). The FA offered to allow me to change seats, but being a hero type I stayed where I was so that someone would be on hand to watch the pax next to me.
Anyway, all went well, she left the plane at Douala and I was rewarded for my services with a little business class box of goodies - socks that don't fit any known foot, a razor and superior eye shads. Now I know what luxury you types who sit in the front of the a/c enjoy.