I recently listened to a spoken word piece. Although it sounded like it was saying just one thing, it held so many meanings when placed in perspective. A recurring line stood out: “To every stranger I see running for the bus, I hope you make it.” It got me thinking — we are all running toward a bus. We’ve been running since we had legs strong enough to carry us. Since we discovered something called faith and hope, we’ve been running. Constantly running. My bus? Hmm… it gets tricky. Different stations on different days. But at the end of it all, I hope I make it — and I hope you do too. My story is still being written. I’m still on a bus, already preparing to catch the next one at the next station. And I truly hope you make it to your next trip.