Kind drivers

Today, I took a bus home. At one stop an old woman got on the bus, when she was getting in, she could only walk very slow, the driver didn't drive the bus until the old lady sat down.

This made me recalled something.

Years ago, on another bus, a little boy kept yelling, crying that he want to get off the bus, because he heard that the bus's number he was on was as same as the one he had taken before.

He had had a terrible experience before.

He shouted to his father that the driver of the previous bus he had taken was mean to him.

He said that the driver purposely turned off the stop reporter when the bus was approaching his destination, so that he missed his stop.

Actually how would the driver know where he is going to get off?

I once taken another bus with same number, and its stop reporter stopped working at actually same stop the boy said.

Though I am not sure if it was the same bus that the little boy had taken, but I guess the stop reporter on both of the bus was just broken.

Why was the little boy reacting so intensely?

Because he can't see. So he thought that the driver was playing trick on him.

He kept cursing the driver on the bus we were taking.

Yelling along the way that he hate that bus.

I felt really sad.

He lost his right to see the world while he was so young.

Maybe the anger and resentment hide away his ability to sense the goodness, and his ability to believe others.

He didn't know that the driver waited him to get on the bus and sat down really patiently.

I hope this boy can find back his innocence, and feel the kindness of the world once again while he is growing up.