He looked normal.
Really, quite typical.
He's the kind of guy that people would describe as looking ordinary, average, regular.
I got on his bus this morning and he chatted amiably as he strapped me down. He asked with genuine concern if the seat belt was comfortable. I said it was, that seemed to please him. When he dropped off the first passenger he joked with her, carefully, as she was in a bit of a temper. He managed to get a smile out of her. Then we went and picked up two women, a wheelchair user and her assistant. He took care with them as he got them in. They gossiped magnificently on the way to their stop, a large grocery store, these two could talk!
Once they were off the bus, he helped get the wheelchair user into the building and wished them a good day. On the way back to the bus he noticed a homeless man sitting in the cold with a cardboard sign asking for money. It was early, there were few shoppers, he looked cold and alone. The driver put the ramp up, closed the door, dug in his pocket and strode over and handed a couple of coins into a pair of frozen hands. He then tapped the man's shoulder, a mark of encouragement and affection.
He got in the bus saying not a word about the small gift he'd given.
Later he chatted with me about where I used to live in the country and I told him that I had moved because of the isolation brought on by wheelchair use on gravel roads. He told me that he worked weekends as a volunteer driver in a very rural community north of the city. Even though he drove WheelTrans during his shift, he wanted to make sure that he was giving to his community. 'I do this,' he said, 'because I plan to get old. Then some young guy will come and give me a ride.'
Some people are good right through.
All the way through.
He looked average.
Unfortunately, he wasn't.
11 comments:
I like this post, especially the last line ... it makes you think ...
your writing encourages me to try to be the 'best' me I can be today. thanks.
What a wonderful post...if only more people could be like this man. Thanks for sharing such a nice story.
Sometimes, it's the unassuming, average people that are the true heroes
Love the last line.
That's great. You almost got me with that last line. Casey
Thank you for an excellent post
He looked average. Unfortunately, he wasn't.
Yes, it would be wonderful if more people were like this. ^_^
I was having a bad-knee-day today.
Waiting in the queue at the post office, leaning on my walking stick, the osteoarthritis in my knees really hurting.
To my extreme surprise, the woman in front of me in the line turned around, smiled genuinely at me, and waved me in front of her.
When I thanked her, she seemed suprised and embarrassed, as if it was just common courtesy.
No one's ever done that for me before.
I'm 34, she was maybe 45 or a well-preserved 50.
Dave,
As always, the insights and perspective you bring to your day and interactions are inspiring! At a time when I'm feeling beaten down by bureaucracy in my job, and chronic illness in my personal life, the words you've written today help me so much.
Thanks!
People like that make it all worth it.
BTW, this would be another great Perfect Moment Monday post.
Nice!
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