Story 8:
I saw a kid waiting at the wrong bus stop every day for a week. I figured maybe he just liked standing there?
One day it rained. I stopped and asked if he needed help. He said, “I’m waiting for my mom. She said to meet her here.” I stayed with him till she came, 40 minutes later.
Turns out she worked late and was picking him up after a shift. They had just moved. He didn’t know anyone. Now I bring him a granola bar when I pass by. He calls me “Bus Guy.”
