The Last Seat

Every morning, the bus driver noticed the same thing. An old man

got on, paid his fare, and sat alone in the last seat.

Why do you always sit back there? The old man smiled and said,

That seat lets me remember. Remember what? His wife. They used to

ride this bus together every day. Until one day, she couldnt anymore. The next morning,

the boy sat next to him. Then the next day another kid joined.

Soon, that last seat was never empty again. Sometimes,

all it takes to heal a heart is someone choosing to sit beside it.