Every morning, on my way home from dropping Gabe off at school, I see the same young man waiting for the buss, by himself, away from the crowd of other middle-schoolers. He's either reading a book or day-dreaming; never talking to anyone.
I wish I knew why he's such a loner.
I hope that life at home is a happier place for him than the bus stop seems to be.
I worry about him.
And I say a quick prayer for him every morning.