And just a few feet away — near the edge of the curb — sat a young woman in a wheelchair.

Her hair was pulled neatly into a ponytail. A tote bag rested on her lap, a small book peeking out from inside. She wasn’t calling for attention, wasn’t asking for help — only waiting, her gaze flicking between the open bus doors and the steady stream of passengers stepping past her as if she were part of the sidewalk.

The driver saw her in the mirror. So did the crowd. But no one moved.

 Invisible Among the Crowds

The woman shifted slightly, gripping the wheels of her chair, trying to angle it toward the bus entrance. The curb was too high; the ramp hadn’t been lowered yet. She hesitated — then tried again.