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WE ARE THE BUS KIDS!

THE MIGHTY MIGHTY BUS KIDS!

     Every Sunday morning through the streets of Tupelo, Mississippi you will hear the big yellow bus coming down the street before you even see it.  Yes, you hear the sound of happy kids singing loudly on their way to church.

     These are my Bus Kids, and they are, indeed, Mighty Mighty Bus Kids!  These kids come from the poor end of town, or as some people might say, the wrong side of the tracks.  These are the forgotten kids.  These are my Bus Kids.   

     When they come on my bus, all their problems are left outside the doors.  For a little while they are in a happy place until they go back to their own little worlds, only to wait in anticipation for the following weekend.  This is the only time some of these kids get any love whatsoever.  How I wish I could reach every kid in the world, at least every kid in Tupelo, but so far I haven’t been able to.  I’m not going to say it’s impossible, as every Saturday I visit my Bus Kids individually for a little while and I’m always on the lookout for more.  The first time you get on my bus you get a Giant Snickers Bar.  If you bring a visitor, you get a Giant Snickers Bar and your visitor gets a Giant Snickers Bar and so on, and so on.  And if you don’t sing loud enough on the bus, I throw candy to the best singer and that’ll get you singing!  All the kids reaching, stretching out with both hands, while I throw fistfuls of candy at them!  This is the time when I am allowed to be a child, myself. Every Sunday morning, I sing loudly, I act silly and we all do what kids love to do best. We have fun!   On this bus every kid is welcome and on this bus you are allowed to be exactly who you are.  My bus driver joins in on the singing and fun, for to be on my bus you need to love these kids.

     And love is what these kids need.  These are the throw away children.  Many have no idea who their dad is.   They live in houses full of drugs and neighbourhoods full of violence.  I remember seeing little Antonio one day stuffing all the candy that he had in his mouth.  When asked why he didn’t save all his candy for later, he told me that his mom’s boyfriend would take all his candy away from him when he walked in the door.
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