a Parent Saw Me at a Motorcycle Rally

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One Month Before Retirement, They Suspended Me—Because a Parent Saw Me at a Motorcycle Rally

Forty-two years behind the wheel of that yellow bus. Never a crash.Never a missed stop.Not once did a child step off that bus without knowing someone cared about them. I knew their names, their fears, their home lives.I knew which kids needed a joke in the morning and which ones needed a silent seat in the back.For decades, I was the first smile they saw before school—and the last safe goodbye before they returned home.…