Life Really Is Beautiful
The severely disabled man boards the bus. After struggling mightily to feed the bills into the fare box, the bus driver gently takes the bills from him, feeds them in herself and hands him a transfer. When he finally manages to fit his distorted body into a seat, he tries in vain to put the transfer in his shirt pocket. A young lady gets up, coaxes the transfer from his hand and places it in his pocket, smoothing out his shirt and straightening his collar.
Long blond hair flowing over his shoulders, he just sat there. Staring inward, arms resting on the backpack in his lap. He re-engages slowly, reaches into the backpack, pulls out a pristine Matchbox car, and gives it to the sad little boy sitting in his mother's lap next to him.
A little boy, three, maybe four, shouts "Thank you!" to the bus driver as he and his mother exit through the rear door.
Too thin young man boards the bus with two small children. Black pants (sagging low), cap on backwards, skid-proof shoes. McDonald's? Burger King? He sits down, embraces a child on each knee. He is focused. Father, provider. He gets off the bus, grabs a little hand in each of his, and heads for the day care center just ahead.
Another day in the life. I am inspired. I am hopeful.
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Great job, Cedric! Thanks for sharing!
Jeff