💔 She Waited Beside the Bus in Her Wheelchair — No One Stopped to Help, Until One Stranger Changed Everything

 The Morning Rush

The city woke in a blur of sound and motion — honking horns, footsteps slapping against wet pavement, the hum of conversations blending with the rhythmic hiss of brakes.
Another weekday morning, another wave of people lost in their own worlds.

The number 27 bus pulled up to the curb with a familiar groan. The doors slid open, releasing a rush of warm air scented faintly with coffee and exhaust. Dozens of passengers surged forward, scanning phones, adjusting bags, thinking only about the minutes ticking toward their next meeting.