Home run.

I’ve only ever experienced public transportation in Anchorage, Alaska, where I live, and I know it’s different than other places; the buses are few and far between. Arriving just after the next bus departed is a common occurrence. Not because the driver is behind schedule, but because that’s how it IS scheduled. No logic.

I say this so you’ll understand that here, everyone drives because unless you’re on a direct line, the bus is extremely unreliable. So for most of my life, I’d never ridden public transportation.

But when my ex threw me out in 2010 and that night, I totalled my car. DUI. It was my first wreck ever. I was the only car involved. I lost my license for 30 days, except I was in treatment and after that homeless and it took me almost 5 years to get my license and a car together. During that time, I got around to everywhere for every reason by the bus or my two feet. It got my kids to school, and the doctor, and everywhere else. My kids were 7 and 3 at the time and they learned so much about having compassion for people in pain.

And you described the experience, right down to my exact fear, to a T.

Because I was SO CLOSE to losing my mind, and I’d already lost my home, and I was given the gift of gratitude for even the smallest things, because every, single day could have gone either way.

ANyway, i loved it. Thanks.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

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