03.22.2010 - 03.22.2010
Not sure if I believe in divine encounters or not but I had a neat experiance while walking to the store. I was still feeling overwhlemed with the whole trasportation issue. As I walked, I noticed a small group of people waiting at the bus stop; some wearing matching shirts. I thought perhaps they were hotel guests in town for the HillSong Church convention. As I got closer I realized that they were locals and I felt comfortable enough to inquire whether or not they were going to Parrametta, which they were. Of course, the first thing they noticed was my accent.
The first person to speak was JoAnn (atleast I think that was her name) she was going to the terminal in Parrametta and graciously allowed me to tag along. Then the group began asking me questions about America: What do you thnk about Obama? Did you go to the Oscars? Suddenly, I was the center of attention and I loved it (just kidding). I began to think that JoAnn may have been some kind of chaperone to a group of mentally challenged people. We chatted until the bus arrived. JoAnn warned me to sit near the front becuse a bunch of school kids would be getting on shortly. In the group with JoAnn was a couple, I'll refer to them as Nancy and Pete. I sat across the aisle from them on the bus and they began to talk and ask more questions. Nancy proudly showed me her watch and said she got it for working at the factory; she's been there for 27 years. I commended her and she blushed a little.
They went on about where they were from. Nancy asked if I had ever been to London. "No, I haven't had the chance to go there, have you?" Yeah, my sister lives there. "Did you like it over there?" No, it rained a lot. She was so honest and real. I loved the fact that they just accepted me as I was. I didn't have to try to impress them whatsoever.
I ended up moving across the aisle to sit with them so I could hear better, good thing because the school kids got on next. Apparently, it had been school picture day and we found ourselves surrounded by middle school chatter. Let me also point out that school students ride the city buses with everyone else. They don't have yellow school busses like we do. That was a strange concept for me to accept, but apparently it works for them. Also, all students wear uniforms over here, public and private.
When it came time to get off the bus Nancy asked me if I would be riding at the same time again tomorrow. I felt bad but admitted that I probably would not be. I wished them both well and got off along with JoAnn. She was an angel and pointed to where I needed to go. I walked around the city of Parrametta with a renewed appreciation for all kinds of people.
"Great is the man who has not lost his child like heart"[quote] Mencius