Value of a Child’s Life
When did using a phone become more important than a child’s life? It was midafternoon one day late last week and I was in the front yard watering Theresa’s flowers. School buses were taking children home. Whenever school buses pass by and I am outside, I wave at the drivers and they inevitably wave back. For what those drivers get paid, and the tremendous responsibility they shoulder on a daily basis, they truly deserve our admiration and appreciation. I suspect they rarely receive either. There are two school buses that come by and drop off children each afternoon. The first one passed, the driver and I exchanged waves, and two houses along it stopped to unload a child.


