Why I Became a School Bus Driver
Every morning I dropped my son off at the school bus to a driver who was always smiling and greeted us by our names. I mean, contagously happy with a big smile regardless of the day or weather. It could be a blustery blue Monday morning where I'm sure it took her a good 30 minutes to get her bus started, but she'd still show up at our house wishing us a good morning with the sweet happy smile on her half frozen face. Or she could show up late to our house in the mid August heat with sweat running down her beautiful face and a bus full of screaming kids ready to go home after a long day at school, and she would still be smiling ear to ear as happy as can be as she wished my son and I a great afternoon. I truly admired her, her patience, her ability to make you feel like you truly mattered, and her love for the kids on her school bus full of loud and crazy kids. One evening after my son was absent from the school bus for a week due to a hospital visit and surgery, we ...