I Saw Them Huddled Together!

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I Saw Them Huddled Together!

Postby Ghostwriter1983 » Fri Nov 02, 2012 3:46 pm

I Saw Them Huddled Together!

I was on my way back to California from Seattle when the rain turned to snow. The temperature dropped lower and the snowflakes got fatter when we finally pulled into the next bus station. The driver came on the loud speaker after he parked and said the road going over the pass was closed. He told us that we’d have to be spending the night in the bus station.

Four other Greyhound Buses were parked already as we were asked to grab our things and carefully go inside. There were no smiles for any of us passengers. We had been on the bus a long time and those not riding far, chatted and laughed loud enough to keep us awake. When I followed the passengers in front of me inside I saw almost 200 stranded passengers, some sitting on benches or TV chairs, but more lying on the cold floor trying to sleep.

The bus terminal was chilly and I felt that they should have turned the heat up because the snow storm was only getting worse. I chose a spot to sit down and looked around. I saw people of every race, of every age, couples, seniors, families and teens all sharing the same look of concern, uncertainty and sadness. Many had brought blankets along on their trip and I saw why now.

But all I had with me was my coat. I saw one girl from the bus I had been riding didn't have much of a warm coat to wear so I offered my coat to her. At first she refused, but I insisted and told her I was originally from Washington State and the cold was no big thing. She accepted it with a smile and a thank you and she made a little bed on the floor and tried to rest.

No more buses pulled in for hours as the snow turned to a mix snow and rain. But it didn't matter to me what the weather was like here. It was what the conditions in the mountains were like that would decide when we passengers would re-board our bus and get home. It was then that I felt a wave of cold air behind me and I turned around to see who had just come through the only unlocked bus station door.

I felt a twinge of sadness in my heart as I saw a mother in her twenties holding her daughter's hand standing in the shadows away from the rest of the passengers. She had a red and brown blanket wrapped around them and as the snow melted puddles of water formed around them. Her hair was unkempt and her face was smudged with dirt. The little blonde haired girl was no more the six years old wearing white tennis shoes, a pink and a grey jogging suit.

They had no baggage with them and no buses had arrived so I assumed they were homeless, living on the street. I felt tears form in my eyes to see such a tragedy for the two of them to endure. It's dangerous enough to be a guy, homeless on the streets. I wondered why she had no friends or relatives to stay with. Why no church offered to take them in from the cold.

Why the shelters had turned them both away. But most of all how and why they had fallen through the cracks and become homeless in the first place. They huddled closer to each other and I watched the little girl's mother brush tears from her daughter's face. I saw love shining in both their eyes even as my tears flowed down my cheeks. They were shivering, frightened, with no way to get warm, no way to dry their blanket and I was sure no money for a meal.

Everyone else in the bus station was pre-occupied listening to their CD player, calling on pay phones cell-phones, talking to one another or curled up trying to sleep. No one even noticed the two people hidden in the shadows of a darkened bus station. The inside lights had been turned down to allow those who could sleep to do so. What we needed more right now was the thermostat turned up.

My neck, chest and arms had goose bumps from the chilly air but I could not ask for my coat back. Mr. Spock once said in a movie, "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one." and I lived by that ideal. There was no restaurant at this bus station only over-priced food machines and video games. I walked over to the coffee machine and bought a cup of coffee for the young mother and a cup of hot chocolate for her daughter.

I planned on buying them some warm food too, since there was a microwave for passengers to use. I made my way over to the doorway and saw the water on the floor all around them as they watched me approach. When I was close enough to be heard, I stopped and softly whispered, "I brought some coffee and hot chocolate for both of you." and I held out both cups to them.

The little girl looked up into her mother's face as she tugged on her hand, but her mother looked down with sad eyes and shook her head no. At that instant all three of us felt tears flowing from our eyes. The mother looked into my eyes and I heard her whisper, "Thank you for your kindness, but we have to go now." and I watched them vanish into the darkness.

They were gone. It was if I had never seen them. But there were the two sets of foot prints leading inside, one set small and one set big. Where they once had stood was the pool of water and in the water was one long blonde hair. I could feel my heart being torn out realizing that they were ghosts. They were the spirits of two people who had lost their lives in the coldness of the winter.

They would become a memory for years to come that would remind me of the harshness and reality of living homeless on the street. When I turned around and made my way to a place I chose to sit and spend the night, I offered a cup of coffee to a man a few feet away from me. He gladly accepted and asked me why I had been standing by the door way with the two cups as if I had been waiting for someone.

I realized then, that he hadn't seen the mother with her daughter. I was sure no one had. I didn't know why spirits allow sometimes allow themselves to be seen if only for a brief moment. Perhaps they’re just hoping to feel that someone still cares.

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