The Bus? Are You Kidding Me?
“So what do we owe the pleasure of having you on my bus today?” she asked.
“Flat tire,” he said. “I hate taking the bus but I have a meeting I have to get to with my team and I had no other choice.”
“Well, you just sit back, relax, and don’t worry about a thing. You may not like riding the bus but I gotta tell you this is no ordinary bus. This is my bus and you’re going to enjoy the ride. My name is Joy. What’s yours?”
George mumbled his name hoping she would just leave him alone. Joy was certainly something that had been lacking in his life. He couldn’t remember the last time he was happy. Sure, she can be all cheery and smile at me, but she knows nothing about me. She doesn’t know the stress I deal with each day. She doesn’t know the responsibilities I face at school and home. Wife, principal, superintendent, kids, colleagues, deadlines, PLC’s, TLC, curriculum mapping, power standards, and a loved one who is very sick. She doesn’t know how drained I feel.
(What do you do to bring “Joy” into your life? How can we work together to bring “Joy” to the Maquoketa School and Community?)