NEW BOOK- God Still Sends Buses

 BEFORE WE BEGIN

My name is Eli. I drive a bus. 

    On the afternoon I stopped for David, he asked whether he could sit down. He was already sitting. That was the state he was in. 

    He had come from court in a navy suit. His feet were bleeding inside his shoes. He held a rosary and a phone, and for a while he could not decide which one to put down.

     I knew his name before he told me. He did not know mine.

     I could put an opening in his path. I could wait beside it, or call his attention to it. Whether he stepped through remained his. 

    There was another driver on the road that day. I recognized the car. It had been keeping close to him for some time.

     David thought the worst thing that could happen had already happened. He had hurt a man. He had lost his work. At home, his wife was trying to make one income reach the end of a month it had no intention of reaching. His children still wanted him to come and see what they had made. 

    He was not sure what he had left to bring them. 

    Two things had been driving him for as long as I had known him. One told him he was not enough. The other had spent his whole life trying to prove it wrong. Neither of them could get him home.

     I had watched him for years. An answer from a stranger would not be enough. He would have to find things he could do when he got home. 

    So I kept the engine running. I kept the water cold. 

    And when he reached the door, I asked whether he needed a ride.

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