Out in the Cold...

I woke up at 9 am, and I had to get ready in less than 20 minutes so I could catch the 9:26 bus that led to school. I was so stupid to have procrastinated, while sleeping, and wake up 26 minutes before my bus came. SO I quickly showered, ate a chip (1 chip), and left my house and locked the door. I had to run about 200 meters on icy sidewak to make it to the bus stop in the freezing cold. My heart was beating vigorously as I tried to control my painful breathing. My lungs were screaming at me to slow down or stop, yet I ignored my vital signs and ran through swirving sidewalks to get to the bus. I was, you could say, determined to catch that bus. I was 3/4 of the way there, and I looked at my watch: 9:25. One minute until the bus departed. I got to the bus stop, which was the first one on the circular road it travelled on. I looked ahead and saw that I had missed the bus by a mere 30 seconds. So determined as I was, I ignored the chilly cold and ran across the street and corner to get to the last bus stop before the circular road ended. If I had missed that bus, I would have to wait 35 minutes for the next one. As I ran, I saw that a bus had passed that stop, and I thought to myself that it was my bus. So I walked towards the stop with skepticism (spelt that wrong) and I was probably 50 meters away from the stop... when the bus I was determined to catch, passed me. If I had ignored my skepticism like I had ignored the cold, I would've made it... yet at this point I felt hopeless and walked towards the first stop. I went inside the bus shelter, and sat there... with my hood covering my face and two layers of gloves protecting my hands. It was no use. The cold finally started to get to me. Every few moments I would look at my watch and end up disappointed. As time went on, the chilly cold attacked me even more. That's when I realized the burdens of the people who face this everyday. Them who have no homes to go to, and no bus to hope for. As I sat there, I began to think how shallow I was to complain about the inflicting cold... for a mere half-hour. So I kept my mind together and calm, but my body I could not control. I kept my concentration on the street corner where I imagined the bus turning heading towards my stop. Yet my body stutered, as it continuosly lost heat. At a point I could not feel my fingers, yet I told myself that this is nothing compared to those who suffer this everyday.

I sensed the people around me looking at me, feeling sympathetic about my state, as I shivered uncontrollably. I sensed that they thought I was a homeless person, and for that moment... I guess I was. Shallow again, but my mind was starting to stuter. The cold kept biting me, and I tried to conserve my heat as efficiently as possible. Placing my cold and numb hands enclosed under my arms. I had come to a point at which I actually thought I would tear up. Yet I held the complaining inside, because the last thing I wanted to do was be selfish and complain about the pain that was only a fragment compared to those who face it permanently. So I sat there, looking at the corner... cold. Then came my rescuer, 35 minutes after, and I relieved myself with the heat provided from the bus ride to school.