The bus driver by Elizabeth Gilbert
Some years ago, I was stuck on a crosstown bus in
New York City during rush hour. Traffic was barely moving. The bus was filled
with cold, tired people who were deeply irritated with one another, with the
world itself. Two men barked at each other about a shove that might or might
not have been intentional. A pregnant woman got on, and nobody offered her a
seat. Rage was in the air; no mercy would be found here.
But as the bus approached Seventh Avenue, the
driver got on the intercom. 'Folks,' he said, 'I know you have had a rough day
and you are frustrated. I can’t do anything about the weather or traffic, but
here is what I can do. As each one of you gets off the bus, I will reach out my
hand to you. As you walk by, drop your troubles into the palm of my hand, okay?
Don’t take your problems home to your families tonight, just leave them with
me. My route goes right by the Hudson River, and when I drive by there later, I
will open the window and throw your troubles in the water.'
It was as if a spell had lifted. Everyone burst out
laughing. Faces gleamed with surprised delight. People who had been pretending
for the past hour not to notice each other’s existence were suddenly grinning
at each other like, is this guy serious?
Oh, he was serious.
At the next stop, just as promised, the driver
reached out his hand, palm up, and waited. One by one, all the exiting
commuters placed their hand just above his and mimed the gesture of dropping
something into his palm. Some people laughed as they did this, some teared up
but everyone did it. The driver repeated the same lovely ritual at the next
stop, too. And the next. All the way to the river.
We live in a hard world, my friends.
Sometimes it is extra difficult to be a human
being. Sometimes you have a bad day. Sometimes you have a bad day that lasts
for several years. You struggle and fail. You lose jobs, money, friends, faith,
and love. You witness horrible events unfolding in the news, and you become
fearful and withdrawn. There are times when everything seems cloaked in
darkness. You long for the light but don’t know where to find it.
But what if you are the light? What if you are the
very agent of illumination that a dark situation begs for?. That’s what this
bus driver taught me, that anyone can be the light, at any moment. This guy
wasn’t some big power player. He wasn’t a spiritual leader. He wasn’t some
media-savvy influencer. He was a bus driver, one of society’s most invisible
workers. But he possessed real power, and he used it beautifully for our
benefit.
When life feels especially grim, or when I feel
particularly powerless in the face of the world’s troubles, I think of this man
and ask myself, What can I do, right now, to be the light? Of course, I can’t
personally end all wars, or solve global warming, or transform vexing people
into entirely different creatures. I definitely can’t control traffic. But I do
have some influence on everyone I brush up against, even if we never speak or
learn each other’s name.
No matter who you are, or where you are, or how
mundane or tough your situation may seem, I believe you can illuminate your
world. In fact, I believe this is the only way the world will ever be
illuminated, one bright act of grace at a time, all the way to the river.
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