So this Christmas remember that it's the little things in life. I know a dollar doesn't buy much anymore, and the high schoolers probably think I'm lame but I enjoy seeing the smile and cheer on the younger kid's faces when they get that envelope knowing that there is money inside. I always debate on giving out the money, and last year we just couldn't swing it.
Unfortunately he lost that dollar and his mom had to give up one of her's but I was glad to know that I had made, if even just one, kid's day. He knew that he could go to the store and spend it however he wanted. I had just one parent call and tell me that her son was so excited to get that dollar.
But it was all made worth wile with one phone call. When you figure that I have about 40 kids on my bus it's tough to squeeze out that extra $40 at Christmas time. Two years ago I gave out dollar bills to all my kids with a candy cane attached.
MAD BUS DRIVER DRIVERS
If you figure there were probably 40-50 kids on our bus and the cost and time that had to go into making those gifts, he went way above and beyond what some of the other drivers do.
MAD BUS DRIVER DRIVER
But now that I am a bus driver and always contemplate what to give my bus kids, I am more appreciative of that sweet gesture. I would rush into the house and eat up the candy, maybe use the pencil and then toss the fruit into my mom's fruit. At the time I remember thinking that it had to be the lamest of Christmas gifts I was going to get. 1 apple, 1 orange, a nut, those yummy Christmas tree nougaty/minty taffy like things, a Christmas pencil and a mini-candy cane. I can't for the life of me remember his last name, he was just always George.Įvery year at Christmas time he would cheerfully hand out brown paper sacks filled with his own little mini-version of a fruit basket. But back to George.he would always wait that extra minute for me to come running down the driveway when I was running late, he would smile while my mom forced me to have my first day of school picture taken buy his bright yellow bus, he was really a great man. But one day George didn't drive the bus that came to pick me up it was Sally, and then a man who transported his goats on his bus (we were all sure of this because the bus ALWAYS stunk like goats and goat poop). I couldn't help but be intimated by George. He had a deep voice, was big, and drove a bus. I don't know what it is about this time of the year but I always am reminded of my bus driver when I was in school, George.
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