It is snowing outside. It is supposed to be a very short-lived storm. I hope so. I am ready to see no more snow for five or six months.
My daughter is taking the bus to work today from my house. It takes exactly one minute longer than from where she was living. You just never know about bus routes.
A few months ago when I had night watch at my house and we were answering the phone calls for the local AA central office, after a few calls a couple of the guys asked me how I knew the bus routes so well. I can pretty much rattle off - take the 21 to the 76 to the 38, etc... no matter where a person needs to go. These guys were looking at me in the context of my current life and I guess that seemed kind of strange to them. So, I explained...
I never rode the bus until I was sober for 5 years and lost everything. When I didn't have a car, and the weather wouldn't permit riding a bicycle, I learned to ride the bus. And I got really grateful for the bus. When I was sober for 10 years and the debt of child support was absolutely crushing, I got rid of my car so that I could afford the child support - and again, I rode the bus for a few years. It was trickier then because I was working full time and going to school... but I did it. It made me more appreciative of things. And I paid every cent that I owed, and that kind of thing used to be stressed.
When other people rush around to give someone a ride or a car so that they can avoid public transportation, I wonder what wonderful experiences they are missing. For me, it was something that I am still grateful for.
Especially when I get into my nice warm car and drive where I want to go - when I want to go there.