A
bus driver is a person who smiles in the morning and smiles
in the evening and eats Rolaids in between.
A bus driver gets there when nobody else can; he finds
houses which don't exist and children with no names.
He dries tears, dispels fears and finds lost notebooks.
A school bus driver has eyes on the back of his head and
hears every word that is said, even in sign language.
He separates the meek from the mighty, the timid from
the bold and gives reassuring nods to anxious "mammas"
standing at the end of their lanes.
A bus driver is the epitome of patience and perfection of skills;
he also has a good understanding of human nature and Mother
Nature.
A bus driver leaves before daylight and returns after
dark (in the wintertime) and communes with the elements.
He has a grudging friendship with the glaring sun, the
beating rain, and the driving snow.
And he knows all about dust and the geological formation of
gravel.
He is immune to noise.
A bus driver's favorite words (besides "Good morning"
and "Good night") are "sit down."
His favorite color is yellow.
A bus driver's worst apprehension involves 5-year-olds with
motion sickness - especially in the winter when the windows
are closed and the heat is on.
A bus driver knows all the school songs and pep cheers.
His vocabulary is always up-to-date.
To be a bus driver, a person must be able to memorize the number
of the bus garage and the superintendent's office.
He can read maps.
Sometimes a driver gets tired, but seldom gets mad and
always, most faithfully, he gets there.
Many people set their clocks by a bus driver's schedule;
many mothers set out for a second cup of coffee.
A bus driver sits at the helm of a six-to-seven ton machine,
worth thousands of dollars; loaded with units of the most
precious cargo on God's earth - our CHILDREN!
