On my way to work, my commute takes me past a public school and every day I see the crossing guards out. This morning, I had a sudden flashback of a face I haven’t seen in over a decade – my old crossing guard, Rita.
I haven’t seen Rita since I left for university. She hadn’t been my guard since I left public school five year prior, but I remember her face. She knew my name, which I suppose is what I remember most. And she was always kind.
I suppose, as a child, I didn’t fully grasp how important she and the other guards were. The roads we crossed weren’t very busy, and I was used to crossing the road on my own, but she was always there; she used her super-powers to stop traffic.
Now, I appreciate what these volunteers do. How important they are and the value of what they protect. That they stand stoically in inclement weather five days a week during the school year.
Maybe that’s why I remember her face now. And her smile.
I don’t know where she is now, but I secretly hope Rita’s still out making an impression on others, and keeping children safe.
Take care, Rita.