Riding a public bus is about as spiritual an experience for
me as going to church. Over the past two days I have witnessed more of humanity
than any point in my life- for better and for worse. Below are some snapshots
of the moments that touched me the most.
I am sitting near the front of the bus and a friend of mine
steps on board. I smile but his gaze glides past mine in search of… a seat. He
locks on and heads towards me with a purpose. In fact, he would have walked
right past me if I had not touched his arm and broken the spell. It made me
wonder- would I have done the same? When I get on the bus what do I look for? A
seat. Upon entry I immediately scan the bus not for people but through them. I
need a seat and so I look past the needs of the seated.
I am sitting on the left side of the 4 near the front. As we
head west the bus begins to fill up and soon enough the aisle is full of
passengers who are standing. A veteran boards the bus. Without a word the man
beside me stands up and joins the line of passengers holding onto ceiling
loops. He doesn’t look at the veteran, doesn’t look back at his seat. By the
time the veteran has a chance to look for a seat, one is available for him.
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