Wrong side of the Bus Stand

A cold December night in Provo, UTAH, I and my friend Chris from California were at the Bus Stand after watching a movie. We were waiting for our Bus to take us home at Cinnamon Tree apartment. Having never been in such cold weather, and at 10 Pm, I was shivering, must have been looking bad. And, someone noticed. It was the person at the wheel of the bus going in the opposite direction. The kind soul stopped the bus asked us to be seated in the centrally heated bus, we were in the bus for a good 5 minutes, by which time, the bus we were waiting for arrived and we got down and left. We reached our apartments safe and warm.

I recalled this incident while reading this article titled Wrong Number Miracle.

I will never forget the kind soul.