I am fascinated by stories. This blog is an effort to tell the stories that seem so simple I forget to tell them. This blog is created in honor of the crossing guard.

Every day on the way to work I walk past a middle school and cross Main Street. If I happen to go to work between 3 and 3:45, I am escorted across Main St. by a genteel old man who wears a cap and an orange crossing guard vest. We don't talk much, but we exchange pleasantries and then I go on my way, feeling as if I had just had a visit from my grandpa. I am fascinated by the fact that he walks me across the street, even though I am not a middle schooler and my safety is not in his specific job description. I am drawn to his dedication, his obvious love for the children he serves, and his care for the random stranger.

I wish I had the eloquence to describe the grace he brings to my life. This post is a limp effort to this end.

I hope to grow in bearing others' stories. I hope that one day I can be a crossing guard, bearing lives as well as stories across the street.