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.
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