Sorrow. Over the years I have encountered many bussies, and established many friends. It hurts when someone you know comes to a untimely end. I want to tell you about two of these friends.
I won't use their names, just Jack and Jill. I have driven bus for eighteen years. On an average day I transport about two hundred children, if you do the math, I have been in contact with these children six hundred and eighty thousand times over the years. I have gotten to know some of them very well.
I want to tell Jack's story first. I took over a different route, and part of the prize was Jack. Jack was a unique individual, and I knew we would get to know each other well. He was the youngest of five children, and had learned their ways well, but he was a precious soul.
After having him on the bus for five years we established a friendship. He would always go out of his way to look me up at Wal-Mart just to say hi Dale how are you? The funny part of this is my name is Del, but Jack called me by the wrong name as long as I knew him, and it was always followed by that cocky smile. I knew deep down, it was his way of saying I realy like you Del.
One day at the store, I asked Jack how he felt about spiritual matters, he said "I've been baptized, but rather go fishing on Sunday. all that religious stuff, I don't get." I told him if you ever have a time that you need God, His word says cry out to Me and you shall be saved. He asked what do you mean? If you get into a place where you may die, cry out to God "Oh!" It was the only thing that I ever shared with Jack about The Lord.
Jack turned twenty-one, and just a few days laterr, he and a friend were driving in the country. The friend lost control of his vehicle, and hit an approach, which caused the vehicle to flip over. Jack was killed.
I went to the funeral home the night of visitation, there were many bussies there. Most were surprised to see me. I greeted them, and Jack's family, and the moment came that I regretted most, time to say goodbye to my friend.
I stood by his casket and reality set in: this would be the last time I would see Jack. It would have been so good to be able to say sit down, "NO YOU CAN'T JUMP OUT THE BACK DOOR!" and have him say why not "DALE?" I believe when we had that small time when I told him to cry out to The Lord, the Holy Spirit knew why he wanted to let Jack know, and when the time came reminded him about that brief encounter we had. R.I.P. Jack one of my precious little souls.
Tomorrow I will my story about Jill...
I won't use their names, just Jack and Jill. I have driven bus for eighteen years. On an average day I transport about two hundred children, if you do the math, I have been in contact with these children six hundred and eighty thousand times over the years. I have gotten to know some of them very well.
I want to tell Jack's story first. I took over a different route, and part of the prize was Jack. Jack was a unique individual, and I knew we would get to know each other well. He was the youngest of five children, and had learned their ways well, but he was a precious soul.
After having him on the bus for five years we established a friendship. He would always go out of his way to look me up at Wal-Mart just to say hi Dale how are you? The funny part of this is my name is Del, but Jack called me by the wrong name as long as I knew him, and it was always followed by that cocky smile. I knew deep down, it was his way of saying I realy like you Del.
One day at the store, I asked Jack how he felt about spiritual matters, he said "I've been baptized, but rather go fishing on Sunday. all that religious stuff, I don't get." I told him if you ever have a time that you need God, His word says cry out to Me and you shall be saved. He asked what do you mean? If you get into a place where you may die, cry out to God "Oh!" It was the only thing that I ever shared with Jack about The Lord.
Jack turned twenty-one, and just a few days laterr, he and a friend were driving in the country. The friend lost control of his vehicle, and hit an approach, which caused the vehicle to flip over. Jack was killed.
I went to the funeral home the night of visitation, there were many bussies there. Most were surprised to see me. I greeted them, and Jack's family, and the moment came that I regretted most, time to say goodbye to my friend.
I stood by his casket and reality set in: this would be the last time I would see Jack. It would have been so good to be able to say sit down, "NO YOU CAN'T JUMP OUT THE BACK DOOR!" and have him say why not "DALE?" I believe when we had that small time when I told him to cry out to The Lord, the Holy Spirit knew why he wanted to let Jack know, and when the time came reminded him about that brief encounter we had. R.I.P. Jack one of my precious little souls.
Tomorrow I will my story about Jill...
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