As the years go by most things change, our age, the color of our hair, the car we drive, our
address, our priorities, and our friends. But you take time to be still and just look around we
will see that some things have not changed. For one, the school bus.
The distinct orange color, known as school bus glossy yellow has not changed over the
years. The children’s faces peering out the window as if to say to the bus driver, “please don’t miss my
stop”. We see the flashing red lights that tell you the school bus is about to stop and out comes the arm
that spells out the word in big letters – STOP. We hear the hissing sound of the door opening to let
out the first few children. One by one they step off and walk down the block or stand on the
corner waiting to cross the street.Their back packs seem to weigh more than they do. Look and we will
notice that one child’s hair is long past the need for a haircut, his jacket is worn and faded as if he was not
the first to call it his own. As he steps off the curb you see his feet slipping out of his shoes
and his pants legs do not cover his socks. We notice the child walking next to him. Her hair is
combed neatly into pig tails with barrettes that match her pink and white jacket. Her tennis shoes look as if
they just came out of the box, telling us that this is not her only pair. Her back
pack has a logo of the school soccer team but both children get to ride the same school bus. There is
fairness and equality in that. Amidst all the uncertainty we can find comfort in knowing this simple truth.