Simone exited the French subway. She stood in the blustery cold uncertainly in the wide open square. There were precious few people about, probably because the wind bit so remorselessly one's skin that day.
Simone whirled in a circle, hoping to see where her bus route might be located but she found no clues. No bus stop in evidence, no map of bus routes... And then she saw it: a bus rounding the square. Simone hurried toward it. Lo and behold, it was the very bus she sought.
Would she catch it? She dragged her suitcase and carry-on bag behind her and hurried but it quickly became evident that unless the bus driver waited for her, she would all but miss her ride. She temporized. At least she wouldn't have to wander aimlessly looking for the bus stop: she knew where to wait.
But a miracle occurred that cold November morning. That French bus driver waited. He really did! And Simone did not have to turn into an icicle after all... Miracles do indeed come in all shapes and sizes.
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