Secretary of
State Jon Husted...
With the Start of
School, everyone can
Make a Difference
It seems like
it was only yesterday,
but nearly 35 years ago when I was a junior high student in Montpelier,
Ohio,
my school bus driver taught me one of the most valuable life-lessons I
ever
learned about compassion and using our gifts to help others.
There was a
girl who rode our bus, who
took special education classes and walked and talked a little
differently than
most kids. But I remember she was always smiling and never complained.
Life on
a school bus can be hard for a kid.
Everybody gets picked on from time to time, and kids
can be pretty tough
on other kids. But the bus ride was a lot tougher for this girl than it
was for
most of us… until the day our bus driver Mr. D stepped in.
As the bus
pulled up in front of her
house, she was having a little trouble collecting her lunch pail and
books. As
she struggled down that long bus aisle there was an older kid, who was
quick-witted and kind of tough, who followed her mockingly and offered
some
very demeaning comments, drawing laughs from his audience. As she
stepped off
the bus you could see she was in tears.
Now, Mr. D was
a deacon at our church
and a very kind man. But when that bus door closed and he threw it into
park,
he gave that kid and our whole bus a talking-to that I’ll never forget.
To this
day I can’t remember a word he said, but the redness of his face and
the force
of his voice were unforgettable. The words are a blur but the message
was
clear: How dare you do something so cruel.
All these
years later, whenever I see
something happen that reminds me of this experience, I feel the need to
step in
and stand up. I learned that when you are the tough guy, the talented
one or
the one with all the power, those gifts should be used not to hurt
people, but
to help them.
So, as we start
school, remember this
important lesson that came from my school bus driver. All of us who
come in
contact with children can teach them some very, very important
lessons…and we
should. Thanks, Mr. D.
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