May 27, 2014

School Bus Driver Teaches Kids a Lesson | Memorial Day Hero

I know this post has nothing to do with hairstyles, but this story shared by my twins Brooklyn and Bailey was simply so inspirational… I had to share!

My children had to make up a snow day at school yesterday, yes over Memorial Day, which didn’t sit super well with them, of course.

Yet we tried to stress to them the importance of remembering the purpose of Memorial Day, for family members and friends who have passed on and especially for those military men and women who died for our great country.

With the stresses of a few finals yesterday, we’re not sure anything we said sunk in.

On the way home from school, near the end of the bus route, it began to rain. Not a sprinkle of rain, nor a drizzle… but a huge DOWNPOUR!

Before our kids knew it, the bus rolled to a stop by the side of the road.

With everyone looking around to see what was the matter, the engine not running the bus driver set the emergency brake, quietly put on his hat, opened the door, and stepped out into the pouring rain. There was a collective groan from the remaining kids thinking that the bus had somehow broken down, right there on the side of the road.

It was a national holiday, and the kids had to go to school. Many of them had family visiting from out of town, and were so eager to get home and spend time with them. {I am sure there were plenty of BBQ’s, and cousins to play with.} A bus breakdown was the last thing they needed. Period.

As my girls turned to the window to see what the bus driver was working on, this is a snapshot of what what they saw…Memorial Day Bus DriverDuring the stormy downpour, one of the American flags posted along the sidewalk of a neighborhood {in commemoration of Memorial Day} had fallen to the ground.

This bus driver noticed it out of the corner of his eye, and acted in a way I am not sure many of us would.  He quickly, and without word, resolved to once again give this flag its opportunity to wave, in honor and love, to those who gave everything for its symbolic legacy.

As the bus driver, soaking wet, boarded the bus, he took off his hat. He sat down and once again continued the bus route. As he did so, one by one, the remaining few children began clapping for him. Some even stood.

My twins learned a great lesson yesterday, they said it was emotional for them, and that respect and national pride became contagious.

This was a simple act, for sure, but one that communicates much more than on face value. Perhaps this bus driver, Mr. Ismael Diosdado, had a parent, grandparent, child or grandchild who served in the military. Maybe one of them had died in that service, we do not know. Quite possibly… maybe he himself is a veteran.

This dear school bus driver, in what is likely one of the most unappreciated and thankless part-time professions, taught my children the true meaning of patriotism and respect for those who had sacrificed all for the freedoms we enjoy.

On this Memorial Day, Mr. Bus Driver, you are our hero!