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Timebinder, v. 2, issue 2, whole no. 6, Spring 1946
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created equal. Our second man looks at the bus, a comfortable, safe way to travel, he decides, but he couldn’t be content, just riding. Hasn’t the brains, eyes and hands? Why shouldn’t he be the driver? Secretly he thinks, “bet I can driver better than this fellow, or certainly just as well.” Very few men would take this step. The risk is too great. Maybe people won’t accept him and won’t choose his bus to ride in. But he has confidence, he’ll take the chance, he’ll have his own bus and he will be the driver. Now our friend has his bus, he collects the fares and decides the course of the bus to the end of the line. Now if he wants to go a few blocks out of the way and visit the gardens along the route, he will, also, he will share his fortune with his passengers. He has the steering wheel in his hands; the responsibility of delivering himself and his passengers depends entirely upon his skill and ingenuity. Both of the men we have watched reach the goal. Our first man steps from the bus along with the other passengers. Strange, they all appear the same! Soon he and the others are swallowed into the crowds and disappear from sight. Our other gentleman arrives. The doors of his bus open, and the people depart, with satisfaction and thanks for their safe journey written on their faces. They might never have seen the gardens, had it not been for our friends, who had turned off the beaten path. When the opportunity arose, that would benefit both himself and his passengers. They had accepted him as the driver, and, too, they also had some roses. Secretly again, he basked in the warmth of their appreciation. Also, didn’t he now own his own bus? It was his to keep, to protect and maintain, and that wouldn’t be difficult, with the fares rolling in. And what if the fares were fewer at times, he’d still have his bus; he’d keep it running. He knew that he could. It was HIS! He had his roses, too, and there would be more, and maybe more beautiful roses. He would see them, and have them. HE WAS THE DRIVER! -14-
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created equal. Our second man looks at the bus, a comfortable, safe way to travel, he decides, but he couldn’t be content, just riding. Hasn’t the brains, eyes and hands? Why shouldn’t he be the driver? Secretly he thinks, “bet I can driver better than this fellow, or certainly just as well.” Very few men would take this step. The risk is too great. Maybe people won’t accept him and won’t choose his bus to ride in. But he has confidence, he’ll take the chance, he’ll have his own bus and he will be the driver. Now our friend has his bus, he collects the fares and decides the course of the bus to the end of the line. Now if he wants to go a few blocks out of the way and visit the gardens along the route, he will, also, he will share his fortune with his passengers. He has the steering wheel in his hands; the responsibility of delivering himself and his passengers depends entirely upon his skill and ingenuity. Both of the men we have watched reach the goal. Our first man steps from the bus along with the other passengers. Strange, they all appear the same! Soon he and the others are swallowed into the crowds and disappear from sight. Our other gentleman arrives. The doors of his bus open, and the people depart, with satisfaction and thanks for their safe journey written on their faces. They might never have seen the gardens, had it not been for our friends, who had turned off the beaten path. When the opportunity arose, that would benefit both himself and his passengers. They had accepted him as the driver, and, too, they also had some roses. Secretly again, he basked in the warmth of their appreciation. Also, didn’t he now own his own bus? It was his to keep, to protect and maintain, and that wouldn’t be difficult, with the fares rolling in. And what if the fares were fewer at times, he’d still have his bus; he’d keep it running. He knew that he could. It was HIS! He had his roses, too, and there would be more, and maybe more beautiful roses. He would see them, and have them. HE WAS THE DRIVER! -14-
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