-An Eyewitness’ Account 

Mr. Samel Dahn gives On April 24, 2026, while awaiting my flight from Morocco to New York A2, something unusual caught my attention at the Casablanca airport during transit. I saw a gentleman struggling to catch his breath, sweating profusely,puking with foams and saliva . He was wearing a blue coat suit,white dress shirt,blue socks,a blue Burberry scarf on him  and a black check back-bag.My spirit wouldn’t let me stop looking in his direction—it felt like the Holy Spirit was urging me to extend a hand.

 

I immediately told a travel companion of mine, who has now become a friend, Minister Lee. He said, “He doesn’t look okay, but if you want to help, go ahead.” I sat for a few seconds, then called out to the man from across the seating area: “Hey brother, are you okay? I’ve been watching you gasp for air and sweat heavily—is everything alright?”

He replied, “I am fine, brother.” Right then, I sensed he was a fellow Liberian. His eyes were wide open, as if he was trying to hold himself together, yet he kept saying he was okay. I thought to myself that maybe he was dealing with some serious illness, but then wondered why he would travel alone in such a condition.

He reached into his bag, and I noticed a plastic medication bag from a Chinese clinic in Liberia. He took his medication and asked me to please keep an eye on his bag while he went to the bathroom. Being alert, I simply nodded as his bag remained a short distance away from me.

Fast forward—it was time to board. I stood back and watched him struggle to get up and reach for his bag. That moment really caught my attention. As people were boarding, he sat back down, and no one seemed to notice even though he was in public view and anyone could tell this person wasn’t feeling well . I walked up to him and said, “Brother, I’m going to call security to help you—you don’t look well to me.” He replied, “Thanks, I’m okay.” I reached out to the RAM agent and told him “can you help this man he is not well”.apparently the language barrier he couldn’t respond but why wouldn’t he follow me as I directed the fellow to him?(a question I’m still not quite sure why he didn’t do due diligence)

I didn’t accept that “I am ok”from him. I called the wheelchair attendants to assist him so he could board. The flight attendant checked us in, and I thank God for that moment. I didn’t know this man at all, but as I walked behind him while he was being wheeled, he said to me, “Brother, I’m grateful for the help.” He gave $20 to the wheelchair attendant, and I added another $10.

Once on the plane, he was seated in 35A while I was in 36D, just the next seat behind him but more on the left side  of him. As I lift up this back-bag and put it in the top bin,He turned to me, extended his hand, and said, “Hey brother, thank you. My name is George Solo.” I replied, “I’m Samuel Dahn.”

During the flight, I kept encouraging him, telling him, “Hang in there, S.O., you will get treatment.” The flight lasted about seven hours. Mid-air, he became restless and couldn’t sit still. He kept getting up, going to the bathroom, asking for water.at one point in time,I reach out to him,helped him unbutton his long sleeves dress shirt cuz he had no strength to do that..after doing that,he said “thank you brother “and I cover him up cuz he same cold on the flight as well.George ask the passenger next him if he could give him the seat for extra room so he could lay across and the flight attendant granted him that space as well.i don’t know her name but she was onboard that same flight and I pray that God bless that lady first cuz she knew how George fought and she helped in clutch time.

Then things took a turn while in midair,in the middle of the ocean,no way to do emergency landing,He began speaking incoherently, and his lips turned pale(white). The flight attendants made an announcement asking if there were any doctors onboard. 2  doctors responded immediately an OBYN and another private doctor. They assessed him and suspected severe diabetes complications. They checked his blood sugar and pulse, and when they administered insulin which was brought by another passenger to help him, George stopped responding.

I stood there in shock, calling out, “S.O.brother…” After nearly an hour of trying everything they could, George Solo passed away onboard flight AT200 from Casablanca to New York.they moved his body at the rare seat as we continue the journey to JFK. I walked back to the backseat where he was laid and just shocked  my head and I saw the flight attendant that was helping out crying.  all I told her was sorry and thanks for helping him out.

Imagine the silence ,the pain, the trauma we had to endure on that journey.for me personally I prayed,I asked God to intervene and I believe it was his only way to answer my prayers.

I am deeply hurt and saddened. At the same time, I’m grateful that God used me to help him in whatever small way I could. It was heartbreaking to witness a fellow Liberian brother take his last breath in front of me.

Before he passed, I asked him which state he was traveling to. He said “Minneapolis”. Those were his last words to me before everything happened.

As they moved his body to the back of the plane, I sat there reflecting. I want to use this moment to urge everyone: please take care of your health. If you don’t feel well—whether at home or anywhere—speak up and seek help. It doesn’t matter where you are; there is always a possibility for help.

George Solo, I may not have known you before that day, but I was there in your final moments on earth. Rest in peace, brother. God knows best. You were trying to make it to the United States for treatment, but your journey ended mid-air.

Someone would say why didn’t anyone call but it’s midair and this was one of those flight that the WiFi wasn’t picking up even after we landed we had to wait for close to an hour,the join securities came in and did their investigation.all I did at that moment was watapp my wife what’s going on and made mention of this brother was passed name and ask that she find anyone close cuz at that time nobody knew anything at all.by his grace I was able to get in contact with few people I know that would point him out and they confirm it was him..

Life is not to be taken lightly.

I feel shaken. I witnessed a vibrant young man simply trying to survive. While in the wheelchair, he even said, “The medicine they give us back home, bro… I’m happy I’m going to get real help.”

Rest in peace, my brother. 🕊️

So many questions, but I pray situational awareness training be enforced at the RAM in Morocco.. Anyone or any flight agent at any airport in USA would have arrested the situation and acted ASAP…God bless USA as well.