Karma

Greetings, folks!

Turns out my college starts on March 10th. That's good cause hectic days are happening. School's open house is around the corner and I am so busy decorating the school. Workloads are getting more and more. I have class early in the morning, substitute my partner in the afternoon, and make decorations for the school and for my own BB. My only time to rest is lunch break.

I go home by bus during my semestral holiday. And yesterday I got an accident. It was a fine evening. The bus driver was early yesterday. It was a rare scene since our bus always comes 20 minutes late. So that day, I made a dinner date with my other two crazy colleagues. And we planned to go by bus and meet over there. One of us joined another bus. That left the two of us in the same bus.

So we hopped into the bus and waited for another department teachers. We were waiting for about 10 minutes or so. Once we were complete, we headed to our destination. I was sitting near the window, second row from the back. The wind was cool despite the giddy evening. And I loved it. I enjoyed looking out the window and lost myself in daydream.

That day, I was daydreaming like usual. Then suddenly I heard a loud scream from the other side and turned around only to find a middle-aged man in a black jacket riding on a motorcycle. I didn't get what had happened back then. The situation was a bit chaotic. All I knew then was that my bus stopped on the side of the road and bickering happened. I didn't get what they were arguing about at first. All I heard was that everyone was okay, none of us got hurt and that was a good news. But our bus driver was a bit cocky. He might have said something offended the man. The man then, insisted on having the driver's license. Our driver might have said something offensive about the police and the law. Then, the man seemed so angry that he raised his voice and took off his jacket. The man was wearing a police uniform underneath his jacket. Our driver was so shocked that he couldn't say anything. The police then asked him to meet him to have his license back. Our driver drove away and then stopped at the place mentioned. He crossed the road and got into one coffee shop. Some of the passengers left since they were close enough to walk home by themselves. I stayed. We waited and waited then our driver came back and asked help from us to become the witnesses. Thinking about our own sake, we decided to help him so we went there only to be told to sod off and mind our own business. The police told us that it was between the two of them and it had nothing to do with us. We were all brainstorming to find a way to help. And we decided to talk him out. Long story short, my colleague managed to talk him out and he finally handed the license and advised our driver to drive in a proper way and to learn from the experience. He told him he was lucky it was him he almost hit and not others. Because of him, he could know what was wrong with his driving.

It was late so we decided to cancel our dinner date. I went home straight. On my way home, I was thinking about the existence of fate and Karma and that everything happened for a reason. That was actually a thing I learnt from a preach two weeks ago. The sixteen of us together in one bus, we were all bonded by our own Karma. That is Fate. And how our bad deed and good deed flourished at the same time. That is Karma. We were lucky we were okay. That was a good one. End of story.