A lonely school bus driver remembered every child’s birthday—one afternoon, the entire town came together to surprise him.

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Then someone shouted, “Bus!” and everything went still.

The big yellow shape rolled slowly into the lot, exactly like it had a thousand afternoons before, and parked in its usual spot.

For a second, nobody moved.

The engine shut off, and we all waited.

I could see him through the windshield, gathering his things. He moved slowly, tiredly, like a man heading continue reading …