Bussing In The Bronx
by Ebony Brown
Its rare that I ride the bus and on this day, I’m glad that I did. I met some beautiful folks, saw some amazing smiles and heard the laughs and cries of little kids, including an earful of obscene vulgarity from teens who have probably experienced and seen more than me. Sometimes we ride public transportation with a chip on our shoulder, not knowing anything about anyone that we’re standing or sitting next to; oblivious to what anyone has gone through, including the driver, the person who’s hands we entrust with our lives. Have you ever wondered what’s on his mind – her mind?
Every day people doing their jobs. We take them for granted. Sometimes our good days are made by strangers.
Good Job!
Truth. Nicely said. Thank you Towns
i love the photography in this blog miss ebony! you got skillz!!
Ahhhhh….what a way to put a smile on my face. Thank you tons!