Remember

I saw a beautiful thing happen this morning.

I was on the bus coming home and I got off at my stop as usual, but I noticed the bus hadn't pulled away from the stop yet. So I turned around and watched as the bus driver got off the bus, stood in front of it, took off his hat, and put his hand on his heart. I looked at my phone and it was 11:00am. He stood there for a good 3-4 minutes, so I stood too.

I don't know if he was asked to do that by his boss.
I don't know if he has/had a family member who fought in the war.
I don't know.

It was beautiful.

I remember my grandpa today.