A Cycle of Kindness

It was 11:47 PM. The last bus of the night. An old man with trembling hands

got on. No money. No ticket. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"I lost my wallet..." The bus driver - a young man - looked at him. Then he did something

unexpected. He took off his own jacket and wrapped it around the old man's shoulders.

"Keep it," the bus driver said quietly. "And ride with me." The old man began to cry.

"30 years ago," he said with a breaking voice, "I was a bus driver. One night,

I let a freezing boy ride without a ticket..." He looked into the bus driver's eyes.

"...You were that boy, weren't you?" The bus driver shook his head with a