🪣 Bucket 🪣

Being a bus driver has been the best possible teacher for me. I take you from A to B… our purpose for time spent together is already defined. Our being together, our conversation is pure of an imposed agenda…

Nameless man has a wife, who also is a bus driver, but she’s also a reader! She reads books! For so long I never belonged to that group. But I happily belong there now.

She takes my bus to her bus some days.

Whenever our paths cross I wanna hear about her latest book, and tell her about mine, I know a few other readers… it’s always the same.

I ventured, one day, to tell her about that first encounter with her husband.

But she advocated for him so gently, using his words of remorse. That resulted in not just healing me of that particular wound, but the exposure of that propensity in me to write a person off… repentance comes with and through confessing it, refusing to own it anymore, so I’m well on my way.

You’ll never get out of debt if you still believe in being in debt, and make excuses for it.

Her response is best described as a picture (surprise surprise)