Thank you all for your patience, as I know that I have not blogged in too long yet again. However I have had a lot of exciting things happen, some fun times, and crazy stories come out of the last month or two. I’ll continue to update you with that, but today I just wanted to share a simple story.
One of the pillars of the DOOR/YAV program is simple living. By simple living in this program, we are striving to live in solidarity with the people we live around and work with.
One of the ways we are doing that is by taking public transportation since many of the other people we work with do not have vehicles either. For the most part, I hate the bus. It takes me an hour to get somewhere where I could be in 10 minutes in a car, it doesn’t run very close to my job so I still have to walk over a mile to work (which in Miami is either a mile in the hot sun or in the pouring rain), and it is never, ever on time. Some days I am 30-40 minutes late for work just because the bus didn’t come.
Despite my consistent frustrations with the bus though, I continually meet the most amazing people in my community by riding it every day. I have met church workers, VA employees, students, mothers, authors, and so many people I would have just driven by in my car.
Just a couple weeks ago I was waiting for the bus after work when an older African-American man with a walker came up to me and said, “Young lady, let me ask you just one question!” Based on some previous, not so great interactions with strangers on the street, my first thought was, “Oh brother, what now?” The man looked me in the eye and said, “I have to ask, how was your day today?” I was relieved and thankful. We chatted for another 15 minutes while we waited for the bus. We talked about school and how he used to study science, about giant subs from Publix, about flying cars, and about how the bus never comes on time.
Well, the bus finally came, the man, Tyronne sat in the front in the handicap section (because of his walker) and I moved towards the back. When Tyronne got up to get off at his stop, he turned around and shouted across the crowded bus, “Have a great weekend, Kelli!”
It is moments like these I truly feel I am part of this crazy, chaotic, beautiful Miami community.