Only In Israel Are There Bus Drivers So Great

Rickismom tells a great happy ending story about her daughter who was helped by some Israeli bus drivers.  It brings me back to something that happened to one of my duaghters almost twenty-five years ago.  We've been in Shiloh almost thirty years.

Our youngest daughter must have been between ten or a bit older.  It was in the middle of a very rainy winter.  Her friend's parents had invited her to a special birthday they were making for their daughter and insisted that she come.  They live in Maale Levona, which is just west of Shiloh.  At that time the bus passed the Maale Levona junction; only a few went in.  The parents promised that they'd pick her up at the junction.  It was a very rainy night.  When my daughter got off the bus, the driver asked her what she was going to do, because he was worried.  He waited there for a while and then told her to get in; he'd drive her to their house, which he did. 

Apparently the parents had been so busy with their other guests that they had forgotten to pick her up and were surprised when the bus stopped at their house.