Something Told Me

I haven't been doing the greatest lately, but I found a small ray of sunshine flying past amongst my clouds.

I tapped my heels against the brick wall which I sat alone on while waiting for the bus to come. As I tapped away, lost in my rhythm, a girl walked up to the same area leading her bike along. We waited for a couple minutes until the bus made it's way toward us. As I prepared myself with bus pass in hand, the girl suddenly asked me if I had change for a twenty right as the bus came to a stop. She apologized, and I told her I would check on the bus while she loaded her bike on. I frantically dug through my bag, but all I had was, of course, a twenty. She got on and when I told her my findings, the bus driver hesitated as she turned. I asked her how much it cost, and she said 75 cents. Normally, I hate carrying change, but lately I've been storing it for some reason, wondering if a time would ever come when it would be useful. I shoved my wrist back into my bag, and shoveled out a small handful of coins. I picked out two quarters and handed them to her. She thanked me thinking I was done, but my hand went straight back to find that last quarter for her fare. When she had all three, she cheerfully got up and paid.

I know it was only 75 cents, and she totally had a bike, but giving feels good. Something told me to not throw out my change after I had cleaned it up from the complete mess it made in my soccer bag the other day. I'm glad I didn't. That girl looked much more at ease after she paid, and that was enough for me.