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My own hug story

I was biking back from east Vancouver to deliver the bike I had borrowed back to West Point Grey. If you are familiar with Vancouver you will realize that this is mostly uphill, and quite a long bike trip as I was already tired from a full day of activity. I decided to try something new – taking this bike on the bus. What an amazing concept – having a bus carry your bike! However, I knew nothing about how to put it on.

An extraordinarily helpful bus driver stopped the bus, got out, and showed me patiently how to pull down the bike-carrier, lift the bike up and secure it with a bar to the holder, not neglecting to say (with a smile) that this was not in his job description. Needless to say, I was immensely grateful as he had saved me a great deal of biking effort.

Luckily I had a hug in my backpack. I never leave home without one, as I always find someone to give one to in the course of a day. I held it in the palm of my hand, letting the warmth of my gratitude sink into it, and when it came time to get off the bus, gave him the ‘hugzz’. He held it gently in his open palm with surprise and pleasure and said with a grin, “well I guess now I have to help you get the bike off!”

Aren’t people great?

2 Responses to “My own hug story”

  1. Joan Bahner says:

    What a delightful story. It is heartwarming to see how simple things can mean so much.

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