The Bus Driver Who Knew My Stop

Heavenly Father, Mr. Jenkins pretended not to see when I was short 35 cents for three straight winters. He would cough loudly while I fumbled with change, then wave me through. On graduation day, I dropped exact fare plus a thank-you card in the box. He winked and said, Knew you would make it. You place quiet guardians along our roughest roads - help me recognize them before they are gone.