Mad Rose

There is an old lady who sometimes gets on my bus called 'Mad Rose'. I couldn't say how old she is, although she is an alcoholic and due to all the drink she has consumed she looks about 70-ish. She has greasy long gray hair, wears clothes which look like something she has found from a bin bag outside a charity shop. She always smells of booze, and has bags full of white lightning cider, she swears, she coughs, she shouts, and pisses herself on the bus.

Today  I was feeling pretty damn sorry for myself. I had been to the dentist to have some fillings. My teeth still hurt even though I thought they would have been fixed. The fillings cost alot of money because I wanted white ones, instead of mercury. I don't have all that much money at the moment. Even though I don't have that much money, my IID (Irational impulse disorder) still kicked in dramatically and I spent £8.99 on some lipgloss!! I have been so lonely and was dreading coming home to an empty flat, when all I wanted was a big huuuge hug and someone to make me some hot chocolate. And then, who should get on our bus on the way home,  but Mad Rose!! 'Oh great, a journey home filled with piss and swearing' I thought - typical end to a not all that nice day! And to top it off, she came and sat on the seats right next to where me and Acey were sitting. She was coughing, and retching, people on the bus were whispering and giving her horrible looks. and just as I was about to look down my nose at her some more, I stopped and thought - what must this woman have been through in her life to have turned out this way? And instead of sitting there thinking she was the scum of the earth, I closed my eyes and sent out so much love energy to mad old Rose. And a miraculous thing happened - she turned to me and apologised for coughing!! And then she went on to say how she didn't want to end up like this, and that she got with the wrong man, back in her youth which turned her to alcohol, and that she knows it's not really the answer and wishes she could get out of it. I of course, was lost for words and didn't know what to say, so I just smiled and winked at her. And then as I bent down to help her pick up her bottles of white lightning which she had dropped and were rolling around on the floor, she put her hand on mine, and smiled at me too :)
Love can go a long way. The world needs more of it.

God bless Mad Rose x