Thanks Matt, I learned a lot from this

A simple childhood memory that made me wonder what the heck was wrong with wrong with others. We took a bus to the central school and had a wonderful time with classmates, as long as we followed the rules laid out. Our bus driver was one of those Crankshaft type characters that others mumbled and grumbled about, and wanted to see replaced. I decided to sit behind him each morning and get to know him and see if I could cheer him up. Long story short, he said some things about my sister who babysat for him that was way out of line. He then thought it was in his rights to keep us under his stern reporting eyes, yet thought nothing of breaking a rule to jeopardize our safety going to and fro on the bus.

Numerous ones were going to go to the office with me on the concern of our safety, yet when it came down to the crunch, I stood alone with Crankshaft and the Principal. Did I have to do some explaining to my parents, when they were told that I was not allowed to ride on the bus being a trouble maker, excluding what he said about my sister. So dad drove me for a few days, until I was called in later that week and given the placement of being the new safety guard on the bus / seeing the younger ones crossed the road safety at each stop. Having to sit up front with him each day and patrol the aisles when something was going haywire as they sometimes do, things did come around where he actually began to greet us with a smile and treat us like we were human rather then a bunch of young people that were out of control brats, which put me on the heroine leadership list of those who backed out and didn't go to the appointment made with him and the Principal. I don't recall ever having to put in an report on anyone, as I gave one warning and said next time I would, which dropped from his near daily reports on someone.

And the dancing, yes, totally awesome ! Nothing liberates our souls and relieves the stress and tension of bodies more then shaking a leg out there on the dance floor. When out with my daughters and their friends, we would all skip down the street / dancing and singing and turned a few heads of those driving by. Clap, laugh, sing …. as the joy within will spring forward like rushing waters down a river and nothing more exciting then that. My most fond memory and awakening was at my cousins wedding in my teen years. Near the end of the evening [my dad had a few drinks in him], and I was honored with the one and only dance I ever had with him. Right after that a fast dance came on and I was wondering why the heck they were wheeling a gal on to the floor. I was in for the biggest lesson of being liberated in the spirit. She swung her arms to the music and every time I looked over I was wondering if she was going to forget she was chair bound and jump up and start dancing with everyone else.

Just before I opened this email I was sitting here dancing and clapping to a CD, thinking about that video of that night running through my mind, so how delighted was I to see the video you selected for today … blessed as usual when receiving your emails. Life is so grand ….eh !

I'm interested to hear your opinions on that.