Day 15
Every now and then,I find myself standing at the doorstep of the apartment house where anger,disappointment,self-pity and disillusion live.Residing in this cursed house can ruin life.
It usually leads to conversations with myself where I say "why me?" or "if only" or "if not for"?'
Why at my age am I driving a bus?
What if I had done things differently?
If not for my choices,how much better off would my family be?
This is a very unhealthy place to reside!
And then there are moments like the ones I experienced this morning.
As I drove with bus load of octogenarians plus, I had music playing as has become my routine.
It's a station that plays oldies,classics and country tunes from the era that they spent the formative part of their adult lives in.
Here was Clara,a survivor from war torn Hungary,singing along to Lollipop,as Sandy slapped the beat of the song on his knee. 
I couldn't help but smile!
At my next stop,a new stop, I met 90 year Henry as he walked out to his car. His wife of 60 years Esther, soon joined us on the driveway where he zipped her coat for her and kissed her on the cheek.
She reciprocated by kissing him on the top of his keppie (head in Yiddish) and wished him a good day.
How blessed is my life to be able to see this,to be part of this?
How glorious is each and every new day that I have to spend the few moments that I do with my senior friends?
That cursed house of doubt,shame and negativity should be condemned!
It certainly is no place for someone as lucky as I am to ever go near again!