For more reasons than one, I really dislike public transit. I have had a car since I was 16 years old and I loved not having to rely on anyone to get me where I wanted to go. I lucked out. It happened to be our old family car.  By the time I sold it, it had been in the family for 16 years, I had driven it for 9 of those years, and we racked it up to over 360,000 miles. It served us well and I have such fond memories of adventuring in that car. I affectionately named the car Clark, like Clark Kent, because he was a super car, literally my dad revived him SO MANY times and the car just would not stay dead. I sold Clark after a month of living in Portland. The building I lived in didn’t have parking included and it was going to cost another $200 a month to park Clark across the street on top of the $1200 dollars a month for rent. I wasn’t down for that. So I sold him.

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Me and Clark on our last grand adventure together on a beautiful drive to the Oregon coast.

It’s now been a little over a year without a car and purely riding public transit. I’ve gotta say it’s not favorite. In general, it takes for ever to get anywhere. I try not to complain too much because I am thankful that I have a way around the city without owning a car. But yesterday takes the cake for my public transportation experience.

I got on the bus and this specific bus line seemed to be especially packed that day. So I had been standing next to the back door (I like to be near the doors) and we came to a stop. Three teenagers walked past me to get off the bus, when a fourth came bolting past me nearly knocking me over, laughing all while doing it, and at the same time a woman in the back screamed, “HEY!…STOP…HOLD THE BUS…” and proceeded to blast past me as well.

It happened so fast. I keep trying to think of ways I could have helped but really there was nothing I could have done, besides trip the fourth kid that did the robbing, which again happened so quickly. The woman had been casually texting on her phone when this teenager grabbed her phone and bolted from the bus. She probably won’t see her phone again and that boy probably won’t be caught and therefore there will be no repercussions for his actions. For the woman, her day was ruined because of his actions.

It drives me insane that we, as humans, are so capable of hurting one another and some humans seem to enjoy it. Some don’t have any regard for others. I know, I know. You might be thinking, “Bridget, it was just a phone, there are far worse things that could have happened.” I KNOW THERE ARE and in the grand scheme of things the damn phone doesn’t matter. But what does matter is the fact that you’re so willing to write off what happened to this woman just because it was “just a phone”. Yes, it was just a phone, I get that. But that boy’s actions today still ruined that woman’s day and he laughed while doing it. The real problem is that he does not care how his actions affect others or the world around him.

We, as humans, can do better. We have to do better. Maybe it was “just a phone” today but what happens when that same kid grows up and tries to rob a gas station while yielding a gun, or decides to set a forest on fire with fireworks which said fire threatens the lives and homes of several thousand people (aka the Eagle Creek fire in Oregon/Washington border, google it). And yes, maybe I’m passing too harsh of a judgement on that kid because I don’t know anything about him; he has his own story. But these senseless actions that may same “small” in the grand scheme of things eventually add up; they always add up.

We have to do better to teach other to fucking respect other humans. Not an easy task, I know, but I cannot lose hope. I have to believe that people can be better to each other and learn to respect each other better. It boils down to education, listening to one another, and gaining perspective. Sometimes we get caught up in the argument and spouting off snide comebacks. It’s okay to disagree. It’s not okay to not respectfully listen to another’s point of view. We’ve all had different experiences and we walk in different shoes. There’s no way we can know how each of us sees the world but with education, listening, learning, and gaining perspective, we can start to better understand the reasons for our world view and in turn, I think we can learn to love and respect each other better, and maybe even have a change of heart.

Even with this picture of myself, with my tongue sticking out seemingly carefree, right? But you have no idea what brought me here today. You don’t know my experiences or anything under the surface. I may be sticking out my tongue for funsies (not a word, I know), but you didn’t know about the bus incidence and how it affected me until I told you. And did you know that it was hard to force myself out of bed this morning to get to yoga? Did you know in the beginning of 2016 yoga was my ONLY reason to get myself out of bed? Did you know that I cried at work last week because a patient was being rude but that patients being rude to me or the other nurses I work with happens EVERY DAY? Did you know it wasn’t really the patient that made me cry? Did you know that I had been dreading to come to work that day because again, it was hard to get out of bed…for no reason, other than sometimes my serotonin levels get really low and it’s hard to function? Did you know that for the last several weeks I’ve gotten 3-5 hours of sleep each night and that too is linked to my serotonin levels? Did you know that a lady getting robbed on a bus would lead to all this for me? NOPE. You didn’t know a damn thing until I told you and allowed you to gain a little perspective into my world.

We can’t know what each of us goes through every day. We CAN choose how we treat one another. Yes, sometimes we have bad days and we might be rude or impatient every now and again (we can’t expect to be perfect). But we can at least TRY to love and respect each other better. We can at least TRY to gain understanding of each other and maybe little by little, we can make the world a little better…a little more hopeful and a little more loving.

What are some of your thoughts? Comment below and tell me what you think. I am always up to hear a new perspective and new thought processes. Let’s start a conversation here.

Much love, B.

8 Comments on “Robbery on the Bus

  1. naturally some of your words make me think of poems by rupi kaur.

    “the irony of loneliness
    is we all feel it
    at the same time”

    and

    “yes
    it is possible
    to hate and love someone
    i do it to myself
    every day”

    i think to initiate conversations like these we need to hear more stories and listen to people and validate their feelings. although i’m slowly learning that a majority of the worlds’ population simply doesn’t give a fuck about your feelings. explanations of the importance of “being a good human” can be so easily brushed off by the listener just because they don’t want to hear it. getting people to care is what everyone wants. but maybe it takes someone caring first to show them what it could be like?

    it bothers me that we have the belief that everyone is happy always and people with depression or feelings just need to “get over it” and “try harder” when a majority of america is very not happy. if we could just normalise these feelings for everyone and made it less taboo to talk about it, i feel that it would be less of a production when someone posts the slightest sentence about being sad or tired or lonely. at least for me, i’ve become depressed, lonesome, and really fucking jaded to a lot of life and people that are somehow happy all the time. maybe it’s my doing with choosing a career literally trying to save the earth and everything in it, but it’s hard. and people should be allowed to talk about it without being told they should just take some pills and tough it up.

    i’m not sure if these words amount to much, but they’re just some of my feelings.

    (i had a better ending but i didn’t copy it and i forgot most of it but here’s this)

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    • I am so happy you replied, Amber. I feel like you’ve posted things in the past that have resonated with me so I’m happy to have written something that resonates with you as well.

      There’s huge stigmas regarding mental health that make it damn near impossible to talk about without getting some sort of back lash. And that breaks my heart. You’re right though, some people just don’t care to care. They’d rather keep with their status quo than have someone uproot their beliefs because that invokes fear. You got me on the jaded part (more regarding people’s health care since I see it in the hospital). There’s a lot of people that don’t care about others and there are so people that don’t care about their own health. I can’t help someone that doesn’t want to be helped.

      I think though that people that pretend to be happy all the time aren’t actually happy all the time, especially what we see on social media because all we see is what they want us to see, and is more than likely not the whole truth.

      Keep hooping, and loving, and spreading the good vibes, Amber. Sending so much love to you!

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  2. Bridget… you are an amazing person. Your dedication and resolve to care for your patient population is remarkable. I remember you telling me you only applied to VAs after graduating because you were so committed to its mission. Bad days happen in nursing, on busses, maybe even with yoga?!! But you will persevere and your leadership can make a difference. Carry on…

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    • Thank you, Jann!!! In general, I love what I do! Last week was just a shit storm that flooded on me while I was already having a crappy day! Man oh man. But it happens, just like you said! It’s all apart a life and I’m learning along the way! Thank you for your comment.

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  3. Bridget, I have known you for a very long time and I have watched you grow into the woman that you are today. Almost Everyday you post things on social media and I am blown away at the amazing person that you’ve become. This blog is one of the things that allows me to see a little bit more of you and you are an amazing person! Thank you for sharing your thoughts and being so open and vulnerable. You are brave and you are beautiful!!

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    • You’ve known me for probably 20 years, Margarita (at least that’s when Carlos met me). Can you believe that?! I watch the boys growing up and it’s insane that ya’ll have seen me grow up too. I love it though. So happy you’ve been apart of my journey. Thank you so so much for all the love and support over the years. I’m just living and loving life and learning tough lessons along the way…aren’t we all? Love you so much and thank you for the comment! ❤️

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  4. You just remember that even on your bad days you make so many other peoples days better through your friendship, the people you guide through your flows and the energy you give to them at yoga and the kindness & great care your provide to your patients. I am sorry you had such a rough week & I would also be angry/upset if I lived through that bus experience. We need to do better for each other in this world.

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