Dark and early this morning, I took the Bathurst bus to my destination. The extra-long bus was crowded with people on their way to work. My exit door emptied onto a pile of ice-covered snow. I hesitated to jump off because I was trying to locate a safe part of the ice-pile. I was the only person disembarking and the bus driver was far from me. But he waited patiently while I chose my spot, jumped on it, got my balance again and was safely on the sidewalk. Then, he closed the door while I was walking beside the bus, and pulled into traffic.
I realized after he took off, that if he did not take care that I was on the sidewalk safely, I could have fallen under the rear wheels of the bus. I was so thankful for the TTC bus driver's patient kindness.
