Bus Pass

By a friend • December 11, 2018

A few years ago, when I was going through the deepest point in my depression- my living situation was abhorrent, I had no car, no license and barely enough money to get by.

All of this was because of the choices I made but I couldn't seem to find my way out. I was riding the bus home one day from work when an older woman sat across from me and struck up a conversation.

She asked me if I took the bus often and I replied with a yes. She told me how she had just lost her job and that she wouldn't be needing her bus pass anymore and offered it to me.

This woman had zero knowledge of my current situation and on one of her worst days, she still found a way to be kind to someone else.

It touched a part of me I had forgotten about and it's an experience that will stay with me forever.

I think about her sometimes and hope she is doing well.

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