Since then, the Warm Ride Project has grown across the district. No kid rides the bus with numb fingers anymore. No one hides their hands. And every morning, when I climb into that old bus, I feel pride. Real pride.
I used to think my job was about driving safely and showing up on time. It’s more than that.
It’s about noticing.
Showing up in small ways.
Being the warmth someone needs when the world feels cold.
