Thank you to
the man on the Downtown B41 local bus yesterday.
As we were
pulling up to the bus stop, you, too, saw the older woman with a cane, slowly
making her way on the sidewalk.
You, too,
saw her notice the bus, stop for a rest, and then begin walking again.
You, too, must
have sensed that while there had been no change in her speed, she was moving as
fast as was able to.
You were sitting
at the front of the bus and I was standing towards the middle, holding on to
one of the poles. You got up and pulled
down the set of seats directly across from you.
Those seats are often folded up when someone in a wheelchair needs that
area. But sometimes, when the passenger
on the wheelchair has exited, the seats aren’t returned to the regular position. After pulling down the seats, you returned to
yours. By this point, the bus driver had
stopped, opened the door and the lady with the cane was about to get on. Except she couldn’t climb the steps. She tried a few times and just as I felt
myself being drawn to make my way to the front of the bus, you stood up and
asked her if she would like some assistance.
She said she did. And so, you
helped her get on and she slowly made her way to the area of seats you had pulled
down moments before.
Good on
you!
Thank you
for pulling down the seats. Thank you
for asking the lady if she would like to be assisted. Thank you for assisting her. Thank you for
caring.
I watched
you for sometime and when you eventually made eye contact with me, I had to
give you the thumbs up. Behind your
mask, I felt you smiling as you waved your hand in thanks.
What you did
was lovely.
I’m still thinking of you today and I am wishing you all the very best.