I Noticed a Little Boy Crying in a School Bus, and I Jumped in to Help after Seeing His Hands
I’d been driving that same clunky yellow school bus for fifteen years, and most mornings felt like déjà vu—cold air biting my fingers, the heater groaning awake, kids stomping aboard …
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