I took Marla’s words to heart. I kept riding the bus. I kept writing. But I took it one step further: I started leaving notes. Tucked into the seatbacks. Little messages for people to find.
These notes were simple but powerful:
- “You matter more than you know.”
- “Someone noticed your kindness today.”
- “Thank you for smiling at the driver. He needed that.”
One morning, a girl with bright purple hair sat beside me. She reached into her pocket and whispered, “Was this you?”
I took a moment, then nodded.
She showed me her phone. A picture of the note. Posted online. Thousands of likes. Hundreds of comments.
“I thought I was invisible,” she said. “This made me feel real.”
It was then I understood the scope of what Marla had done. That day, I realized Marla had started something much bigger than herself.
The Legacy Lives On
The small acts of kindness didn’t stop with me. Soon, other people began leaving notes too. The bus became a little capsule of humanity. It was the kind of heartwarming, positive news you didn’t see on news headlines or trending videos.
And the impact grew even wider. And it didn’t stop there.
One day, the driver waved me over before I got off. “You should see this,” he said.Continue reading…
