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.
1 comment:
Hi, Janet! I think I know who you're talking about. I see him alone in the mornings, too. This boy lives on my street and is actually just a really shy person. He was in J's scout pack last year. It's funny because his brother is the complete opposite. I don't know the family personally, but I think everything's good at home...at least, I hope.
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