Public Transportation

Yesterday a little blond-haired, bright spirited four-year-old boy bounced on to the bus with his mama holding his hand. He smiled at the grumpy bus driver and said hello and then proceeded to march down the bus aisle looking every stranger in the eye and waving at them.
Unabashed cheerfulness.
Innocence.

The day before I met a man that started talking to me the moment I sat down at the bus stop. He asked how my day was going and where I was headed. He said that he underwent brain surgery to remove a cancerous tumor just over a year ago. He said he was so happy to be alive. I could see it in his eyes that he was thrilled for one more day to start.
Gratitude.
Hope.

Is it strange to suddenly start riding the bus to work when you have a perfectly good car sitting outside your door? Is something wrong with you if public transportation of all things somehow fills your need to feel connected with people?