Reflections

It seems like forever since I've posted; it has been a busy couple of weeks with work and school. And I must admit, I've been a little discouraged. I posted this past spring that my husband purchased a car, without my knowledge or consent. I am still riding the bus or my bike to frequent destinations, but now my son, my little bus buddy confessed that he 'hates' riding the bus. What's happening to our little 'bus family'? I thought we were all having so much fun. Well, I guess I'm the only one that thinks not having to pay a car note, auto insurance and the ever rising cost of gasoline is cool! And the irony is the money I save from not having the above mentioned expenses pays for his private school tuition, the little brat! (smile)
Anyway, as I reminded him, I didn't start of riding the bus because I was on an environmental crusade or even considered the money we would save. I started riding out of convenience when we had just one car, and it kinda grew on me. Once I learned the schedule and the routes, I was challenged and thrilled that I could get just about anywhere in the city by myself and meet so many interesting people along the way. It dawned on me that while riding the bus was an adventure for me, it was a reality and the only option for many people, and they fared (no pun intended) just fine. Why not me? Now that I've been car-less for almost 2 years, I can't imagine having the hassle of paying for and maintaining a vehicle. The time may come, but I don't envision it.
Each time I have occasion to reach out and assist someone I've met on the bus, I ask myself, would I have had this chance if I were cruising along in my personal vehicle? Would I have cared, or known enough about this person's story to realize they are genuinely in need? Like the time a woman I've seen on the bus for 2 years who came to me tearfully because she didn't have the co-pay for her son's desperately needed doctor appointment the next day. Or the young woman I met today who lost her bus pass and just needed the $1.05 fare to get home. I can't save the world, and the little I help the environment by riding the bus won't fix the hole in the ozone layer. But if I can help or encourage someone I meet by riding the bus, it makes it all worthwhile. I'm sad that my family doesn't share my enthusiasm, but hopefully they will find ways of helping others that brings them as much satisfaction.