TOGETHER

Walk onto the bus.  Ride up the ramp onto the bus.  We're on the bus.  Together.

Odor and aroma. Together.  Loud and quiet.  Together.  Hungry and fed.  Sad and happy.  Healthy and hurting.

You are probably getting the idea of one space and many bodies.  We went riding down the road all carrying our thoughts, opinions, pain, hope, and dreams with us.  All of us entered the bus as individuals trying to get to our own personal destination but we went together.

Some of us managed to allude any feelings of togetherness.   Eyes down.  Looked out the window.  Seated against the wall as far as possible.  It didn't change anything.  We were all together.

We all stood the risk of exposure to the same illness or accident.  We all had the opportunity to learn a valuable lesson from someone on the bus who may have been survived the crisis we were in now.  Each of us could look up and smile at someone hurting or be smiled at by someone who had hope when we had none.

No great incident may occur to unite us.  But, if circumstances threw us together, anything that happens  will only happen to us, together.  And, no one outside of this group could understand completely if we were to share our together story.

If I'm in sharing space with you, my hope is that we wring every together moment from that space.  That time and space may never come again.

I want to never miss a together, again.