I drive a bus. Every weekday I drive the same bus down the same route. Ive done this for three years and everyday it suprises me that he’s still there. The young man never aged a day as he sat on that bench. I saw him there every day for three years. Everyone else on that metal bench under the blue awning got on the bus, the one bus each day to go to that stop. Rain, sleet, or sun, the man with th...