If you don’t already know who I am, dear friends, this post will seal the deal for sure. This happened some time last year.
I love my high school. In fact, one of the things I dislike the most is how long it takes me to get there. Mornings, for various reasons, are shorter, but the average for an evening (no snow!) is an hour. 45-50 minutes on the bus, and then a short walk home. (Ten minutes if I’m fast, and 15 if I’m feeling lazy!)
And one day, we had a driver who doesn’t usually drive our route. For some reason, the girl at the very last stop wasn’t there that day. And, inexplicably, that it was somehow ok to drop me closer to my home, and double back to the original route. Not something that could happen every day, the driver stressed. But for some reason, today was ok. Today was also the day where I had almost literally fallen asleep multiple times. I couldn’t face the walk home, and I wasn’t able to get a ride.
I asked to be dropped at the end of my street. I was dropped right by my front door. “Hashem loves you.” Said the driver.
I heartily agree.
He’s not standing right at our side where we can see. We are riding on His shoulders.