Child on School Bus Hits Window and Yells for Help — What Happened Next Was Shocking

I Saw a Child on the School Bus Hitting the Back Window and Yelling for Help

As I drove home, I noticed a small child on a school bus, terrified, hammering on the rear window. My entire world came to an end. There was a serious problem. But aboard a supposedly safe school bus, what possible harm could a small child be in? My heart skipped a beat as I followed the bus to find out.

As I drove home, the rain drummed against my windshield, each drop reflecting the weight of my heart. I must have had the worst day of my life today. In addition to my fiancé calling off our wedding last week, I recently lost my job. My ideas and feelings were jumbled and disorganized in my mind.

“Remain composed, Mollie,” I muttered to myself while gritting my teeth on the driver’s seat. “There must be an alternative. Another door must open if the first closes, right?

However, the words seemed meaningless. How could I tell my mother that I had lost my job at home?

She would become quite anxious. She had been my pillar of support ever since Dad passed away, so the last thing I wanted was to disappoint her.

It was my phone’s fifth buzz. Mom once more. Answering, I pulled over to the curb.

Indeed, Mom, I will arrive in ten minutes. I’m operating a vehicle.

“Have you looked at the weather prediction, Mollie, honey? A powerful storm is approaching. Please use caution.”

I forcefully gulped. The storm that was building inside of me was far worse than this one.

Yes, indeed, don’t be alarmed. I will be there shortly.

“Is everything in order? You seem strange.”

“Mum, I’m doing OK. Simply put, exhausted. I must drive, will we? Love you “With a constricted throat, I hung up.

How could I tell her that I’d lost my job for defying management? The justification they had given was “not meeting quarterly targets,” but I knew why.

“What’s the worst that could happen now?” As I put the car back in gear, I mumbled.

I had no idea that I would soon find out.

There was a yellow school bus rumbling by me as I got back into traffic. I noticed something through the rear window: a small child with her face pressed up against the glass and her little fists thumping wildly. She was sobbing for assistance.

“How the heck? Good heavens, is she okay? I let out a gasp.

I raced after the bus, gunning the engine without thinking. It was obvious the toddler was distressed, but why? On a school bus that seemed to be safe, what kind of danger could she be in?

“I’m coming, hold on, sweetie,” I muttered while continuously blasting my horn.

The bus driver didn’t appear to notice, driving on as if nothing were wrong. Feeling panic rise in my chest, I decided in a single second. I veered around the bus and passed it, bringing it to a halt in the center of the heavily traveled road.

The driver stormed out, a big man with a thick black mustache. “What sort of prank are you carrying out, lady? You might have started a mishap!”

I pushed past him and hurried aboard the bus, ignoring him. I felt the noise like a wall. With laughter and shouting, the children gathered around the girl.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, the little girl was sitting by herself when I hurried to the back. I got to her and froze. I had not anticipated this at all.

“Oh my God! Are you having symptoms of asthma?

The young girl gasped for breath and nodded wildly, her chest heaving. With my heart pounding, I knelt next to her chair.

“What’s your name, sweetie?” I asked, attempting to seem calm.

She gestured to the identification card slung around her neck. Chelsea was her name.

“All right, Chelsea, we’ll get assistance for you. Your inhaler is where?

Speechless, Chelsea shook her head. When I looked up, the driver was pale and had followed me.

“Do you know where her inhaler is?”

He gave a headshake. “I didn’t even realize she was experiencing difficulties. I couldn’t hear anything because of how loud it is back here.”

I swallowed an indignant reaction and began rummaging through Chelsea’s backpack. Nothing. I watched the tiny girl’s lips become blue, and panic tore at my insides.

“Help me look!” I yelled at the chauffeur.

We looked under the chairs, along the aisle, and anywhere else that crossed our minds. I was horrified to see that Chelsea was being pointed out by some of the other children who were giggling.

“This isn’t funny!” I lost my temper with them. “She needs help!”

I realized at that point. Ignoring their objections, I began grabbing all of their backpacks.

“Hey, you can’t do that!” exclaimed a boy with freckles.

Chelsea’s name was printed on a blue inhaler that I discovered in the third bag I looked through. I moved closer to the boy whose rucksack it was.

“Why do you have this?”

His eyes averted, he murmured, “It was just a joke.”

“A jest? She might not have lived.”

I hastened back to Chelsea and assisted her in using the inhaler. Her breathing settled down and her face started to take on color again. I comforted her while holding her hand and whispering encouraging words.

The driver wrung his hands while standing there. “I truly apologize. I was clueless.”

My temper exploding, I turned to face him. “You have to take care of these children! When you heard a disturbance, you ought to have looked into what was going on!”

Embarrassed, he nodded. “You’re accurate. I apologize.

With her voice just audible, Chelsea tugged at my sleeve. “Thank you.”

More than anything else that had happened that day, those two words affected me deeply. After this, I couldn’t leave her alone herself.

“I’m staying with you until we get you home, okay?”

With a faint smile on her tear-streaked face, Chelsea nodded.

I looked across to the driver. “I’m going to give her a ride in my automobile. Is that acceptable?

He gave a rapid nod. “Obviously. After, well, everything, it’s the least we can do.”

My hands started to shake as I got off the bus to relocate my car to the nearby parking lot. What an incredible day it had been.

I sat down next to Chelsea on the bus again, putting a consoling arm around her shoulders. Now that the seriousness of what had transpired had fully set in, the other children had been abnormally silent.

“Why didn’t the other kids help you?” I made a gentle inquiry.

Chelsea’s bottom lip quivered. “They find it amusing when I have trouble breathing. Sometimes they conceal my inhaler.”

My heart ached for her. Chelsea, that is not acceptable. You are aware of that, correct?

Glancing down at her hands, she gave a nod. “I try to be brave, but sometimes I get so scared.”

I gave her a shoulder squeeze. “Today you showed incredible bravery. When you required assistance, you caught my attention. It requires a great deal of bravery.

She gave a slight smile to her lips. “Really?”

“Actually. One of the bravest persons I’ve ever met is you.”

Chelsea pointed out the window after two stops. “That’s my mommy and daddy!”

Chelsea’s parents, with looks of bewilderment on their faces, ran over as soon as we got off the bus.

With a wary gaze, her mother said, “Chelsea, who’s this?”

Chelsea said, “This is Mollie,” with a louder voice now. My life was spared by her.”

Chelsea’s parents’ faces changed from ones of bewilderment and appreciation to ones of rage at the bus driver, the other children, and the entire ordeal after she told them what had transpired.

Chelsea’s father commented, “I don’t know how to thank you,” with tears in his eyes.

“I’m just glad I was there to help.”

Mrs. Stewart, Chelsea’s mother, insisted on taking me back to my vehicle. The heavens parted and sheets of rain began to fall as soon as we pulled into the mall parking lot.

“So, Mollie,” Mrs. Stewart continued, glancing at me through the windshield streaked with rain, “what do you do?”

With a sour laugh, I laughed. It’s funny you inquired. In actuality, I was laid off today.”

Mrs. Stewart furrowed her brows. “Oh, that makes me really sorry to hear. Could you just tell me what transpired?”

I let out a sigh as the day’s events overwhelmed me once more. “I called attention to certain immoral behavior. They found a reason to let me leave since they didn’t like that.

Mrs. Stewart remained silent for a while. “You know, my husband and I run a small business,” she continued. There may be a chance for us. Would you be willing to attend an interview?”

Unsure if I had heard her correctly, I blinked. “Are you serious?”

She grinned. “Yes, without a doubt. I would want someone on my team who would go to such extent to assist a child in need.”

It had reduced to a sprinkle as we approached my car. I was given Mrs. Stewart’s business card.

She said, “Call me tomorrow.” “We’ll set something up.”

I gripped the card tightly, feeling a glimmer of hope ignite within me. “I’m grateful. Yes, I will.

I felt lighter when I woke up the following morning than I have in weeks. I had filled Mom in on all the details. About everything. About losing my work, about rescuing Chelsea, about the possible new opportunity.

Her eyes gleamed with joy as she gave me a firm hug.

“I always knew you were meant for great things, darling!”

My pulse raced now, but it did so with excitement instead of terror as I dialed the number on Mrs. Stewart’s card.

Mrs. Stewart’s friendly voice said, “Hello, Mollie,” over the phone. “Thank you so much for calling. What would be your thoughts about attending this afternoon’s interview?”

A smile came over my face without my conscious choice. “I would adore it. I really appreciate this chance, so thank you.”

She responded, “No, Mollie,” and I could almost hear the smirk in her voice. “I’m grateful. Our daughter was saved by you. The least we can do is this.”

My eyes started to prickle with tears as soon as I hung up. But instead of tears of grief, they were tears of delight for the first time in a long time.

I rejoiced greatly, realizing that it is true that God never closes a door; He always opens another. Occasionally, that unexpected door leads to unexpected destinations.