The boy sat, wide-legged, in the reserved seats on the crowded bus. He walked out of a stereotype: pick in his hair, pants snug atop his thighs. His youthful arrogance oozed. Then, the blind man got on; we collectively held our breath. No open seats and the man moved straight to the reserved bench he knew well. The boy stood, walked to the man, wordlessly and expertly guided him to his seat. Attitude and posture still coursed from the boy’s now standing body. He surprised us all. Faces reddened, embarrassed at our presumptions. Strangers, together, beamed with pride … and hope.
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I love this because it displays just how blind we often are. Thank you for sharing.
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the youth does surprise you. their idealism is more deep rooted and honest, I’ve found.
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Breath of fresh air.
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Julie, this is surprising and uplifting. Love this!
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Uplifting. Thanks. I needed this.
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Love this piece. Our world would be a better place for all of us if we held less assumptions and remained open to experience. Thanks for sharing.
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Captures well the notion that stereotypes can break.
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He really is the only man on the bus. Am almost speechless!
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