… Has too many “I’s”. And she understands. She’s praying for herself. To not see him. To not be him. She understands exactly why she hates public transportation. That’s when she feels like. It can be her next. Homeless. Mentally ill. Emotionally unstable. She prays that it is not.
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.