School was over and I felt quite tired. I sat at the very front of the crowded bus because of my anxiety to get home. Sitting there made me stand out among the other passengers.Janie, the driver, tried to break the uncomfortable atmosphere by starting the match of conversation. I tried to mind my manners and politely listen, but usually I was too busy thinking about my day. On this day, however, her conversation was worth listening to. “My father’s sick,” she said to no one in particular, I could see the anxiety and fear in her eyes. “What’s wrong with him?” I asked. With her eyes wet and her voice tight from fighting the tears, she answered, “Heart trouble.” Her eyes lowered as she continued. “I’ve already lost my mum, so I do not think I can stand losing him.”I was shocked . My heart ached for her. And this reminded me of the great pain my own mother was thrown into when her father died. I saw how hard it was, and still is for her. I wouldn’t like anyone to go through that.Suddenly I realized Janie wasn’t only a bus driver. That was just her job. She had a whole world of family and concerns, too. I suddenly felt very selfish. I realized I paid no attention to Janie because she was a bus driver. I had judged her by her job and brushed her off as unimportant.For all I know, I’m just another person in someone else’s world, and may not even be important . I should not have been so selfish and self-centered. Everyone has places to go, people to see and appointments to keep. Understanding people is an art.