A Memorable Expression of Thanks I rode the bus to school when I was in high school. One morning we came to the last stop in our neighborhood. There was usually only one person there, an older boy. On that day the bus driver stopped and he wasn’t there. Rather than drive away, which she usually did, she moved the bus a little forward and looked to her left, toward where the boy lived. It seemed odd to me and everyone else that she didn’t keep driving. I don’t remember her ever waiting for anyone. For some reason she didn’t ...