I boarded the Greyhoud bus to head home for Christmas.I looked out the window and sawan elderly woman with a canewalking slowly toward the bus door.She stopped to re-tie her blue faded scarf,pull her shawl tighter around her,and pick up a small crocheted bag.”Are you sure this is mine?” she asked.A younger woman took the lady’s armand helped her up the steps of the bus.”Yes, babushka, it’s yours,” she said.The younger woman guided the older womanto a seat near the front of the bus.She fluffed a worn hand-embroidered pillowand put it behind the older woman’s back.”Oh, that’s, just right,” the older … Continue reading BEHIND CHRISTMAS ARE MANY HUMAN STORIES