A Small Gesture on a Busy Bus Became a Memory I’ll Carry Forever

sigh. I returned to standing, holding the rail above me, thinking the moment ended there.

I had no idea it was the beginning of something I would remember for the rest of my life.

A Quiet Connection

As the bus rolled through traffic, I noticed that the elderly woman would glance at me from time to time. Her expression wasn’t one of curiosity or judgment.continue reading …