Everyday heroes
On Saturday, when I left my flat to go to the Ronald McDonald House (known from here onwards as either the House, or RMH), something happened on my way to the bus stop. I was waiting to cross the street, while the bus was already at the bus stop. Now, there’s a traffic light to the left of my street, whilst the bus stop is to the right, which means I never cross at the traffic light. I saw that the driver had closed the doors, and so I made a gesture of defeat, more to myself than anything. I kept looking both ways, just to know when to cross, but in no hurry anymore. Suddenly, I heard a honk. When I looked at the bus, the driver was asking me, using gestures, if I was trying to get to the bus, and I gestured back that I was, but that I couldn’t cross. Unbelievably enough, the guy gestured that he could wait a bit. Right after, there was a moment when I could cross, …