On the verge of hate... (Diary of a Mad Black Woman Off The Bus)

I'm fed up! I just can't do it anymore! This is the second bus driver to refuse to let me on the bus.  Is he just a punk or is it me!?  I wish I knew why he wouldn't let me on the bus.  I mean he was still sitting there and I ran for it... gosh!  This is one of those moments you consider it as racism.  I'm a tough lady, but I gotta say that hurt my feelings and I started to tear up after the second time, that was really the third.  I mean to get punked like that in front of all those people.  Argh!  However, I held it in pretty good.  Just as I was on the verge of hate and possibly late for work... I was ready to say forget this foolishness.  As I was waiting on the next bus that was 15 minutes away he grabbed my arm from behind, smiled, and gave me that "hello" look.  He looked as if he was so glad to see me.  I never even saw him coming.  He was an older Corean man, a little slouched in his posture, taking a Saturday stroll.  Right there at that moment, the hate disappeared from my heart, soul and mind.  I was able to move forward with my day and at least forget about the bus driver for the rest of the day.  I was too important to worry myself over something I'd never completely understand, and so was the old man who touched not just my arm, but my heart that Saturday afternoon. 


*This is My Life in Corea*