Everyone’s Story Not Seen On TV

10/08/2018 Posted by admin

Your perception of reality can change in an instant. That is a fancy way of saying we really don’t know what we want. Or at least I don’t.

Earlier today I saw a felow suddenly start running for a bus. It was a block and a half away. That was wishful thinking, but we all have that.

The fellow was one of those kind ofleft over hippies with long hair, skinny, vegetarian types who are anti establishment with a trendy one shoulder nap sack on his back.My frist thought was you are trying to look like you are in the 60s, butthat’s when your parents were born.

That has nothing to do with catching a bus, but having lived through the 60s and once upon a time being skinny and having long hair, and once for a full day gave up meat, I thought “Get your own identy and leave my past to me, fellow.” You see how easy it is tohave prejudice.

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My second thought was that if he makes it almost to the bushe will keep the driver and passengers waiting. That is not nice. Why should he slow them down.So I was half hoping he would miss it by a long distance. And besides, no one could reasonable expect to run that far and that fast. I could not do it, andso therefore he souldn’t. That makes sense.

Also he had 49th Ave. to cross and the light was against him.That would mean he’d be a criminal, or dead, so why try? I mean, I would wait for the next bus. And where are you going that’s so important anyway, fellow?

There were still two more passengersin lineto get on the bus and he had a block to go. Never, I thought. Imossible. I did not add, ha, ha, because that would be cruel. But have you ever wished someone wouldbe stopped by the next red light just because his car was too fancy? Okay, if you haven’t you are a good person.

The cameraman and I were stuck in traffic on Main St., and after commenting on the weatherwe had run out of things to talk about. So we watched.

He was in the middle of 49th Ave. He was dodging cars. Woooh, that was close. An angryhorn. Another.He is still crossing the street andthe last person was climbing onto the bus.

“Go, fellow, Go,” I said out loud. I don’t know why I said it, butthe words were coming out and hitting the windshield.

“He justmight make it,” said the cameraman. He said it like he had money riding on him..

Ninty feet to go, the same astearing down the baselinefrom home plate to first base after you’ve hit the ball to the short stop. It’s impossible. You can’t make it. No one makes it.

Go fellow, go, I’m thinking…. You can do it. I am wishing with all my heart that he gets that bus. No other bus will do. .

Thirty feet, about one bus length togo, and the driver closes the door. Twenty feet andthe blinker is on. Ten feet and the runner lunges forward and slaps the side of the big metal box just as it starts to move.

Stop, I’m yelling inside my head. This guy isnow my hero.

Theblinker goes off. The driver has a golden heart. Now it doesn’tmatter to me that the passengers have to wait a few seconds longer. Theyare in the winner’s circle.They get to ride with someone who deserves their admiration. He has done what we alltry to do, he has caught the bus.

The cameraman slaps the dashboard. “Nice run.”

“You got all that on tape, right,” I say. His camera is locked away in a burglar proof box behind us.

He laughs. But that’s all it would take to bring you a real life story, just a moment of real life.
That and a moment of a major change of attitude. A psychological thriller with a chase scene and a happy ending, all in 45 seconds.

And one last bit of reality. If he had been wearning sandals like we all did in the 60s instead of sneakers he would still be waiting.


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