Brave New Resident
Tuesday, signalling my turn from highway to local street, I notice a woman standing on the corner, surrounded with large shopping bags. As I turn, she waved at me - and I'm wondering if she is a new neighbor- but there was a hint of desperation on her face. I stopped and she explained (in very limited English) that she had gotten on the wrong bus and the bus driver had dropped her off at this corner. (The correct stop was a couple miles away. It should be noted that those bus routes have identical letter-prefix and similar numbers but the actual routes diverge drastically.)
A thought about our thread on picking up hitchhikers crossed my mind for a millisecond (it's a small mind), however I ended up loading her and 6 shopping bags into my car and taking her to the home she had moved into two (or maybe it was three) days ago. Not only would I not have attempted to haul all those bags, I doubt I would attempt our local buses. I admire her courage in doing so.
On my way home again, I pondered the difficulties of being a stranger with limited skills in the local language, figuring out bus routes, going shopping and managing with six large bags of groceries, and then being dumped off the bus 2 miles from any public phone or store. I think she has more courage than I.