Port Authority

I was thinking back to the first time I took a greyhound bus. I was coming back from college after my first semester away. I took a greyhound home to CT from upstate NY, normally about a 5 hour drive, on the bus it was a 12 hour drive. So after driving all around upstate NY, and Penn. through a blizzard the bus stopped my limp head slammed up against the window and the driver yelled "Port Authority last stop". I sat up, What? This isn't New Haven? This is NYC. I dragged my bag off the bus, to a scene only to be found in a city at 3 am, alone. Looking around the dark, dirty, scarey, dimly lit bus station, I saw a man beating a garbage can with a stick, a couple of other homeless folks passed out on the floor and a booth with an Information sign. I went up to the oh so helpful man who yelled and pointed in a direction through the glass, clueless to what he was saying I turned and walked in the direction of his finger. Suddenly, a man with rags for clothes and newspapers for shoes started grabbing at my big bag, grunting and cussing at me. I pulled back and said "Back off", petrified holding back the tears I thought it was over this time for sure when I saw two more coming towards me. "OH SHIT", I thought. When suddenly a big strong dark hand grabbed my bag flung it over his shoulder and said "This way Miss". I obliged when I realized it was my savior the bus driver. He walked me to the transfer bus and we exchanged "Merry Christmas's". Probably saved my life, or at least kept it from being changed forever. So, 22 years later, "Thank you Greyhound bus driver for getting involved."