Several years ago I was traveling by bus. While stopped at a depot, a young man that looked to be in his 20's boarded the bus and sat in the back by himself. A young woman on board approached him and struck up a conversation with him. She was laughing and giggling and acting really weird. At the next stop, this young man followed the bus driver into the restroom and told the driver that this woman on board had dope, showed it to him and had offered him some which he declined.
Afterwards the bus continued down a highway and was stopped by the police who secured the bus. The police entered the bus, approached the woman, confiscated the drugs and hauled her off in handcuffs. This young man was visibly shaken and in tears. I asked him if he would like to sit by me and he did. He told me he was on his way to his brother's funeral, his brother had died from a drug overdose. I held his hand as he said he hoped he did the right thing in reporting this woman. I told him he did the right thing
2007-03-24
20:54:07
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and never doubt that. I never did find out his name or where he was from. But every day I say a prayer for him and that he's safe. I'd be proud to call him my own. Would you?
2007-03-24
20:55:27 ·
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