Bus Driver Ron

Have you ever met

someone and they

reminded you of someone

you know? Or maybe after

meeting someone with a

contagious spirit, you automatically

wanted to become friends?

As I carried my heavy,

limp body from my workout,

I headed straight for the bus.

Legs shaking from my workout,

I was hoping the bus would

not leave.

I catch the bus in time

and walk towards the front.

I began to study the older

man up front behind the wheel.

Even though many might just

see him as a bus driver, I saw more

under that Liberty baseball cap.

I wanted to get to know this

man. I wanted to ask questions

about him and his life. Yet, I did not

know how to ask or what to say.

As I opened my mouth, trying to

speak loud enough through my

flowered clothed mask, I began

to form a question.

I asked him what his name was.

That small question led to more

questions. It seems every time I

got on his bus, the questions

got deeper.

Every day I look forward

to seeing Mr. Ron. As a matter

of fact when I do not see him,

I think and wonder where he is.

Sometimes I even wonder

if he is okay.

It does not just make

me happy that the bus

driver knows my name, but it

makes me happy to know

I have another friend. Not just

another friend, but a sweet

older man that I now see as

a grandfather.