The bus ride

“She had been waiting for a bus to arrive for half an hour, it was almost 10 pm of a rainy day. When the bus finally came she felt so fortuned and blessed, she was at last heading home. Ten minutes later, the rain started to fall again and another passangers were as gratefull as she was when the driver came, at that moment he was their guardian angel. She picked up that energy and was surprised to feel connected to all those strangers, like they were all being saved from the dark and cold. The change in her began, she was smiling and peacefull when, suddenly, she saw a bright light coming towards the bus she was in, and she thought to herself “It´s time”, and then she was dead. It was not the end, it was just the beginning. An hour later, she got off the bus with new and refreshed values, holping she would not ever stop changing- untill she could reach being pure, pure as- she wouldn´t know, but she was sure eventually she would, when the time was right. For now, she was pleased just to hope for being “pure as”, that was enough at that time and a long way to go.”