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

tell you something definitely happened.

I crouched down a little. “Ben.”

He picked at the strap on his lunchbox. “Mr. Walter looked really sad today.”

Mr. Walter was our school bus driver. The kind of man people describe as “nice” and then move on, which in hindsight feels like a terrible failure on our part.

I straightened. “What do you mean?”

Ben frowned.continue reading …