A Bus Ride For Destiny
1 : something to which a person or thing is destined.
2 : a predetermined course of events often held to be an irresistible power or agency
Or, Destiny is a little girl riding on the bus last night. She couldn't have been more than four or five and she made everyone's heart melt.
"My name is Destiny," she said to the woman on her left. "I go to school. Do you go to school?"
The woman nodded her head and said, "No English," but Destiny kept talking.
"I have friends." She lifted her left hand and began counting her fingers. "One, two, three..." - She paused at her third finger. "Just three friends." And again, she spoke to the woman on her left, "Do you have friends?"
By this point, the packed bus was almost silent, everyone looking at and listening to the small girl with such a clear, musical voice. Her blond hair was completely disheveled and despite the chilly Los Angeles evening, Destiny had on a stained pink and white t-shirt with tiny red hearts on it. Her bare arms arms were covered with smudges of dirt.
You know, the yellow and purplish sort of "dirt" smudges that your heart knows are not really dirt smudges because the smudges are spaced finger-width apart on the arm -as if an angry hand had recently grabbed that thin arm. But there is nothing that you, a random passenger on a bus, can do about those "dirt marks".
"I like riding the bus." Destiny said into the air, to anyone who'd listen. "The bus is fun. Do you like to ride the bus?"
The entire bus burst into chuckles and grins, not so much over the knowledge that only a small child enjoys riding the bus in Los Angeles. It was more the freshness, the innocence, the radiance of Destiny's spirit. Her happiness despite dirt marks and despite not having a coat.
All too soon, the heavyset woman and hard-faced man riding with Destiny, pulled the cord to request a stop. As the bus doors opened, Destiny was propelled forward by these two adults in charge of her. Her voice called out to everyone, "Bye, bus! Bye, bus people!" and then she was out on the street.
My window was on the street side so I got a long look at Destiny jumping up and down on the sidewalk. As the bus pulled away my heart broke to see that along with no coat, Destiny only had on a thin pair of much too short pink leggings, no socks and a pair of sandals.
I can only hope that the, "something to which a person or thing is destined," is better than what's going on now for this particular Destiny.