Riding The Bus

Today was a day not like any other regular week day. It started off normal enough, with me waking up a little extra early to make a special breakfast of brie filled crepes with a honey drizzle. Fully satisfied and having plenty of more time to myself, I washed the dishes, put away my laundry, and got ready for work at a leisurely pace. While on the bus, I got a phone call from my work advising me that there had been a gas leak and to go back home. !! I suddenly felt like a child listening to the radio during a snow storm and hearing that their school was closed for the day. I got off the bus, the rain suddenly stopped and the sun came out. Unfortunately the day deteriorated, with my happiness being overcome with tension and a long sad trip back home. Then something happened on the bus ride home that warmed my heart a little. A blind man, who was sitting beside me, got up and somehow figured out that he had missed his bus stop. He panicked, voicing aloud his concern about how he would get home. There was a sense of hesitation, both from the bus driver and blind man, everyone on the bus was still for what seemed like a long moment. Finally the concerned bus driver asked the blind man for his address and suddenly backed up the bus a few meters and turned off the engine. He then escorted the blind man off the bus, and brought him safely across a busy street up to a familiar sidewalk. When our driver retuned, a passenger started to clap, and we all followed suite, applauding his initiative and good deed. A warm moment shared by strangers... just like a scene from the movies!!