Sometimes you need to laugh at yourself.
Reflecting on my long work history…. it seems every one of my jobs….through the years… involved a commute. It’s a different way of life and, as a commuter, you soon learn the importance of timing.
The old sayings “You learn by doing” or “Experience is the best teacher” are both true. Shortly after beginning life as a commuter, I was reprimanded, on two occasions, for being late to work. In an effort to improve, I began allowing extra time for bad weather, highway accidents, car trouble, ....even suicidal drivers.
Morning after morning, it was not only my responsibility to get myself dressed and ready for work but to also get my two young daughters up, dressed, fed, and ready to attend two different schools. Looking back, every morning seemed the equivalent of running a marathon; each day was a race with the clock to get everyone to their destination---prepared and on-time.
Driving the highway five mornings a week, I felt much like a race car driver in-training. Each day I focused on my destination, but a few times, I was distracted by reality.
One morning the traffic was particularly heavy and I found myself stuck behind a yellow school bus. The bus appeared crowded and I noticed many students riding backwards, looking out the rear windows. The students staring in my direction were smiling and, impressed to see such pleasant, smiling faces, I smiled back. I tried waving several times but the students only smiled. Perhaps their instructors had warned them against waving or appearing too friendly with motorists. For whatever reason, the students stayed in their seats and just smiled.
For approximately ten miles I followed the bus and, childish as it sounds, felt a little slighted that the students had ignored my attempts to be friendly.
When the traffic lessened, I passed the bus and instantly, felt ashamed. Printed on the side of the Yellow School Bus in large black letters was the name of the school: ARKANSAS SCHOOL FOR THE BLIND.
We never stop learning!