This story takes us back to the early 2000’s, when Julio was about 16 years old. He had to travel 30 km in public transit or “chicken bus” as commonly referred to, back and forth to study each day.
“Oh no! I’m running late again! I have to make it to central square before my bus leaves!” He thought as he dashed out of school on his way to the town center. The first few blocks were uphill and he was starting to feel winded, but he kept up the pace…only four more to go.
As he was reaching central square, he saw his regular bus pulling away from the curb.
“Stop! Stop! Wait a second!”, he called, as he began to sprint. Continue reading