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Bus Ride(929) r.dafremen 5/2003 There is an old woman who rides my bus every Thursday and Friday. She smiles when she sees my face in the mirror and I smile right back, because her riveting elation commands a response in kind. It's something to see her face light up when she laughs as we go around the turns. She rides to the end of the run and back the other way, getting off where she began. Oh she gets her money's worth, and although her English isn't good at all, she still smiles and waves goodbye. I smile and kneel the bus for her, then waving, I tell her I'll see her again tomorrow(or next week if it's a Friday.) She nods her head and turns to go. As she heads toward the front door to her home (for the developmentally disabled), I can't help but wish her well in my heart because she's such a special soul. All of the impairment in the world couldn't hide a light like that. |
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| sameolme | Tank you | 260217 |
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| leaf | that's beautiful | 260218 |