almost impossible. he saw someone running. running in that cold, icy, weather. and he waited. the bus was packed, but he still fit one more person in.
i thought it was just about the cold. but then, a month later there he was again, and someone else was running. and he waited. by this time, the sidewalks were clear and snow was beginning to melt.
and when it happened a third time, i knew that this driver was different. he is the bus driver who waits.
it’s a small thing, but it’s huge to the person who is running, the person who he waits for. it makes all the difference, for if they 