Connected by Kindness

A baby born with medical issues, a kind doctor, and a chance meeting five decades later. Click the link below to hear my story, “Connected by Kindness,” on the Chicken Soup for the Soul podcast. Mine is the second story on the 1/27/21 episode, “When Amazing Coincidences Prove It’s a Small World.”

https://cms.megaphone.fm/channel/ADL8610480111?selected=ADL8193123585

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High-Waters

School Bus“High-waters” are what we called them—pants that hit at the ankle, pants that had been outgrown. All of Willy’s pants were high-waters.

When I was ten, my family moved from Franklin-Madison Road to Germantown Road. That’s when I started riding the same school bus as Willy. I got on first, at the bottom of the hill, and he got on a few minutes later, at the top of the hill. He was tall and lanky and a bit awkward. He’d climb the bus steps, walk slowly down the aisle, and plop into the first empty seat. He almost always sat alone.

One day as Willy walked past me, I invited him to sit with me. He smiled and sat down. We began to talk. We talked… and we talked… and we talked. The next day he sat with me again. And we talked… and we laughed… and we talked. Every day after that, Willy and I sat together on the bus. He seemed hungry for a friend and I enjoyed his happy spirit. We didn’t really run with the same crowds at school, but when we’d see each other, we’d always wave. We were bus buddies and that overrode any social lines set for us by kids at school. We shared a seat for years—I guess until I got my first car at seventeen and started driving to school.

Time passed, graduation happened, and I lost touch with Willy. It wasn’t until our twenty-year class reunion that I saw him again. It was great to see him. We picked right back up where we left off, talking and laughing. And then out of nowhere, Willy’s countenance changed. He became somber, leaned in toward me, and spoke softly. Continue reading