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Fire In Your Belly

Two weeks ago, our local school bus driver decided to move on to another career.  Although it was a great move for her, as she got the opportunity to do what she has always wanted to do, it was a BIG LOSS for us.  Miss Kathy has always been an inspiration to me, personally, and she has no idea why.

When I was a little kid, my father taught me that to give 100% wasn’t enough…. even 110%, because it is too much of a cliche, isn’t sufficient.  He taught me to give 150% when performing ANY job/duty/assignment.  No matter how big or small the task, leave it all out on the field, burn all of your matches, yada yada yada….

Give it your all.  There is a phrase I stole from someone that describes people that do this, and it is having “fire in their belly.” Miss Kathy has fire in her belly.  She has passion.

However, that is only one reason I admire her. See, it is easy to have passion if you are a CEO making millions of dollars a year, but it is challenging to have passion while cleaning toilets at the local rest stop.  Most people only give their all if they have a large job title, but I am here to tell anyone interested that nobody has ever taken their job more seriously than Miss Kathy, and Laura and I, as parents appreciate the out of her.  *%{color:navy}It seems somehow more impressive if someone takes what they do seriously, and does the job with passion, if they have a job title that the “world” might view as insignificant.%*

I’m sure you are thinking “dude…she drives a bus.  How can you do that with passion?”  Allow me to elaborate.  It wasn’t her driving skills that wowed us (although those are exemplary also), but the way she treated the children under her care.  For that one hour a day, those kids were hers, and she cared for them and protected them just like their own parents would.

Rather than drone on and on about HOW she did this, let me explain one glowing example.

I am waiting at the bus stop one day, along with all of the other moms.  Typically, Laura does this, but I had the day off, so I figured I would surprise the kids.  Upon arriving at the stop, the side door of the bus flies open, and my kids are in the front seat.  About that time, they explode out of their seats and scream “Daddy!” Kathy puts her arm up to block them from getting out of the bus.  Then, she asks them to sit back down as she rises out of her seat and approaches the door to get a good look at me.  She does not recognize me as the person who is at the stop every day to pick up Ava and Cole.  She then allows the other kids off of the bus, but tells me that she is going to take my kids back to the school only to be picked up with proper ID.

The other parents vouched for me that I, indeed, was their father.  I mean, after all, look how cute those kids are…of course they’re mine.  Luckily, she believed the dozen other folks and let my kids off the bus.  But, she took a big risk in protecting those kids.  She took the risk of irritating a parent in an upper class neighborhood, and as most of you know, parents in a upper class spot tend to overreact when faced with any adversity.

Most parents I know would have been furious if the bus drove their kids back to school while they stood on the curb watching them pull away. Not me. There are so many hideously sick people in this world, and I am thankful that Miss Kathy is protective of those kids.  I actually thought to myself “I am glad we have a bus driver that cares that much…that takes their job THAT seriously.  Blessed we are!”

So, I want to say two things:  thank you to Miss Kathy for having fire in your belly, and may the rest of us continually apply the passion with which you live your life to everything we do.

MG