The morning rush had already begun — engines rumbling, horns echoing, people half-awake and running late. But on Route 12, inside a city bus that had carried thousands of passengers over the years, something quiet and ordinary was happening.
Barbara Baker — grandmother, veteran driver, the kind of woman whose kindness shows before she even speaks — guided her bus through the morning traffic like she had done a thousand times before. She had her routine: same route, same hour, same familiar faces climbing aboard. She knew who liked to nap, who liked to talk, who always asked if she had eaten breakfast.
But that morning was different.Continue reading…
