You know those days when your timing is off right out of the gate? That was my day today. I was steps from the curb as I watched my bus sail by — early.
Then I headed around the corner to catch my Plan B bus and it too was early (never occurred to me that I was actually running late).
One bonus was the light was red and if I really sprinted when it turned green I’d have a chance to catch it.
I tensed every muscle ready to spring forward on green as if I was in the 100-yard dash waiting for the starting pistol. When both lights were red for a second, I heard a low voice say, “Run!” (which was odd, cause the voice in my head is usually a higher pitch).But run I did.
That’s when I realized there were two ladies behind me also running. One yelled, laughing, “Stop the bus!” Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced back and saw them falling behind. They were older, shorter and carrying big, bulging shopping bags. It was up to me now. I had to run faster — for the team.
Thank goodness I wasn’t wearing high heels.
The bus stopped and there were about three or four people lined up to get on. The last person boarded just as I arrived. I panted at the open door for a second and pointed to the ladies on their way with their bags.
The driver nodded, we all made it on, and I’ve now vowed to get into better shape … call it a good deed for my lungs!
This honour is usually reserved for Sundays, but a friend shared her story with me today and I thought it was pretty dang heroic.
She’s also a fan of a certain uber-talented singer (coughDavid Archuletacough) and wanted to donate to a charity site called Angels for a Cause that’s been founded in his honour. So she participated in their charity auction for two concert tickets, then turned around and re-donated the prize to the Make a Wish Foundation.