Why You Stop for Me Mr. Busdriver?

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I have just gotten home from school and I have been hit with the overwhelming feeling of good in the world. I got on the bus and proceeded to entirely check out on the ride home when all of a sudden the bus stopped. I looked around and watched as nobody got up to get off at the stop. I looked around at the crossroads and realized this was my stop. I looked at the bus driver and he was just sitting in his chair with kind eyes and patience waiting for me to get off. I am 100% certain that I did not pull the bell, yet here I was at my stop with the doors open. I got off and as I was pulling out of my lala state I realized that he had stopped because he knew it was my stop and didn’t want me to miss it. I have only ridden with him maybe twice and he some how remembered me. How amazingable. I of course at first was like, woooow how did he remember me? Maybe it is the way I dress, I suppose it is very unique. Entirely absorbed in how awesome I am. Then I got to thinking, how kind was it for him to make an unrequested stop. He could have been a bitter man who knew that I needed to get of but was like “Fuck it, if she can’t be present enough to know to pull a bell then I am gonna just keep on driving.” It made me realize that not everyone is out to get you. Sure, it may feel like my Physics professor is trying to make us all fail his class…. in reality he is just a sweet old man who is trying his best and is encouraging us to ask questions if we don’t get it. In fact he is ok with being interrupted in the middle of a lecture to be interrogated with questions. You have to realize that ya, this is kinda shit…. but it is one part of my life. There are so many people out there that are willing to go out of their way to take time out of their day to help you out. So bitches stop whining and soak up the rays of kindness.

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