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

Mr. Walter stood again. He still did not want a microphone, but he let Linda hold it near him while he spoke.

His voice was rough and unsteady.

“I don’t know what to say except… thank you.”

He looked around at the faces.

“I thought those notes were small things,” he said. “Just little things.”

A man from the back called out, “They weren’t.”

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