Daydreaming...

I have seen a lot of news stories lately about bus accidents. They may be due to the bus drivers mistakes or something may have happened to the driver. A few weeks back there was a story of a girl who took over the wheel of the bus and got it stopped. The people on the bus did not suffer life threatening injuries. However, the girl who saved the bus got in trouble because it was determined that she was skipping school. After that story, I read one about a teacher having to take over the wheel of the bus when the driver passed out.
Just today I saw a new story about another accident. In this case the driver had stopped the bus to refuel and use the bathroom. After refueling the bus the driver went to use the bathroom. While using the facilities the bus stared to roll down hill. A child took over the wheel and tried to stop the bus. The bus was stopped by steering it into a bridge pillar. The children jumped out of the side of the bus. Initially I had a question of why the driver left the busy in the first place. The children should have never been left alone.

As I have been thinking about these bus situations I remembered the daydreams I used to have when I was in middle school. I rode bus 126. My driver from 6th to 8th grades was named Barbara Edwards. She was a very old lady (I often thought she was too old to be driving.) She attended my church and knew my parents. Usually I sat on the front seat of the bus. I didn't have many friends on the bus so I would usually sit there and watch how she drove the bus. I watched her shift gears, turn on the lights, put out the stop sign and open the door. I had it down. I often wondered what would happen if she ever passed out. I felt assured that I could take over driving the bus and get it pulled over. I never told anyone of my daydreams because I hoped it would never happen. But secretly I thought I would be able to handle the situation. Thankfully it never happened to me and thankfully the children from the accident today will be ok.