Do you remember the day when you saw
someone for the very first time and you felt like you’ve seen an angel? I have,
but that moment was very short-lived.
It was back in the days when I was
when I was still a freshman taking my regular public transit to my school. I
always sat in the very front of the bus where usually all the adults were
seated and the rowdy teenagers sat in the back. To be honest, I was afraid to
sit in the back due to the common stereotype that if you were “looking for
trouble”, then you’d go there. Another reason why I sat in the front was that I
wanted to see my stop in case the bus fills up and I can’t look out.
One typical Friday morning waiting
at the bus stop, there was someone I met which was still clear in my mind up
till now. I got on the bus and greeted the same driver who known me over the
past few months. I took my usual seat on the second row behind driver and looked
out the window like I always did. Traffic was a mess day even though people
were scrambling about in their vehicles heading for work in the rush hour.
That day, something was different. A
deviation had occurred in the daily norms. There was traffic accident in the
middle of the intersection where most of the teenagers on the bus got off to
shop at the malls. The driver turned left from the traffic under the directions
of the police and began to make amends to the regular bus route. People on the
bus carried worried looks on their faces as passengers were panicking whether
or not they’d be late for work while students looked tense and nervous.
I, on the other hand, was quite calm
and collected. It was weird because I knew I was going to be late for my
classes, but I was not worried at all. Everyone else on the bus was gazing out
the windows trying to figure out what other means of transportation to take.
The cell phones ringing, the texting, the chatting, and the not-so-quiet
whispering seemed to blend with the chaotic traffic outside. The loud mixture
of noise mixed so melodiously that I tuned out. It was a unique day and that’s
what I liked about it. Change, that was the word that I wanted to describe. A change
in the daily routine made the day much more interesting and adventurous. Not
knowing what was going to happen made my heart accelerate to the unknown
thrills of life. The intensity, gosh, it was something that I had been missing
out over these few yours.
The bus halted to a stop to pickup
some irregular passengers who were madly waving at the driver. It was an
elderly couple who seemed to be tourists for the parade downtown by the way
they dressed. Even though the stop was not on our route, the driver gladly
welcomed them onboard. I looked at the couple having difficulty getting onto
the bus and immediately realized that the bus was full. So, I offered my seat
to the couple and grabbed a railing. Just as the bus doors were about to close,
a party of children ran up to the bus. The teacher apparently seemed to be
taking her students on a field trip because she was handing out bus tickets for
the children and doing a headcount. The driver again, gladly accepted the group
onto the bus and the children piled into the bus. I had no choice but to move
to the back of the bus to make space for the new passengers.
In my head, I was feeling slightly
uncomfortable because I had never moved to the rear of the bus thinking that
I’d get into trouble. There were two high school jocks who each took two seats
and a girl with purple hair writing on the back of a seat. I turned my eyes
away in terror of getting their attention and saw another teenager who had
tattoos on his arms. He stared at me looking as if he wanted to pick a fight,
so I quickly turned my head to the other side pretending to look for my stop.
And that was when I saw her. She sat
next to the window reading a textbook. What stood out to me was her looks
especially in the crowd of intimidating people around me. Like a bright moon in
the dark night, she carried an aura. An energy that was lively followed by
warmth. Her golden blonde hair gave her a crown marking royalty and her brown
eyes complimented perfectly reducing the unnecessary attraction from other
people. As I stared in awe of such a sight of beauty, she turned her head and
looked at me. She must have felt someone watching her. When her eyes matched
mine, I saw something in her eyes that could make any man’s heart melt. I
smiled with a blush and quickly turned away before I died from shyness.
What did I see in her crystal eyes?
I saw myself…I saw myself with her and living the happiest days of my life. I
saw the pure innocence and the beauty that every man dreamt of…which was a
loving companionship. As I turned my head to look at her, she had already got
up from her seat and was about to step off the bus. When the bus doors closed
and the bus drove by her, she turned her head to me and gave me a warm smile
like she had acknowledged my existence on the crowded bus. I smiled back with a
light grin on my face and the bus drove away.
That was it. I never got her name or
her contact so that we may meet again. What I learned from that was that from
the things you don’t expect or the places you don’t go, you’ll miss out a lot
of opportunities. It was by pure luck that the normal chain of events was
disrupted and I had been given the chance to learn from this. Although it was a
missed connection, I believe angels do exist in this world that are here to aid
us and give us a new meaning of hope and insight towards our daily lives.
