Bus ride

Today I was blessed with a special treat:  a class of about 20 third grade kids boarded the city bus I was riding, and for half an hour, I watched and listened as they chattered excitedly with each other about the field trip they had just taken to the library.  I noticed the teachers: calm, relaxed, chatting and smiling with the kids, praising their knowledge, teaching even while riding the bus.  I didn't hear one word complaint from their mouths.  And the best part was the three exquisite Mexican boys sitting in front of me, squeezed onto a seat made for two.  I noticed one's name tag read "Jesus" on it, he was the tallest of the three, and he met my gaze a few times and smiled at me.  Effortlessly switching between spanish and english, he discussed something important with his two friends sitting with him, while patiently teaching the children around him phrases in spanish as they repeatedly asked him, "How do you say....???"  He never laughed at them when they pronounced the words wrong, only smiled and provided a shoulder for one of his friends to rest on, then spoke in hushed tones for the remainder of the trip.  What a blessing children are, what an example they were to me today!  I smiled for the rest of the day just thinking about them.