Peace - that was the other name for home. ~Kathleen Norris

As the bus nears towards my hometown, Captain asks, "Where should I stop you?" 

"Oh.." I say with a little wave. "Just outside the Shell petrol station." 

As the bus wheezes past the row of familiar shop-houses, church, temple, schools, overhead-bridge, I know I'm nearing home. I'm so happy! 

But wait! 

He has just passed by the Shell station! Why didn't he stop?

"Captain! Captain!" I almost shouted out. "Stop! Stop! Stop right here!" 

Screeeeeeeeech...... The bus brakes and everybody lunges forward. "Strange! I didn't see any Shell sign on the left!" the observant bus driver blurts out. 

Suddenly, I remembered my mom telling me that the Shell station owner decided to call it quits and sell of his station or renovate it. (Perhaps it was still under renovation)... "Oooops... sorry... wrong information, Captain. It's been so long since I came home, that my town has been transformed beyond recognition." 

"Yeah, girl! Looks like you should come home more often. Don't just lock yourself in that small 4x4 cubicle of yours and bury yourself in your work. Remember! Family is more important above all else." 

As I hop off the bus, right before the driver shuts the door, he manages to slip a question, "Hey, girl! What's your goodself's name?" 

I chuckle. This Captain is really entertaining. In this day and time, who uses such a phrase anymore? I smile and shouted out my name as he steps on the accelerator. May his passion for his new job stays and he will have a good life ahead of him. God bless him!