Bus Driver Kicks Out Little Girl Unable to Pay Bus Fare, Sees Her Again When He Arrives Home – Story of the Day

A little girl had no money to get on Jeffrey’s bus, so he turned her away. When he got home, he saw her picture on Facebook and was shocked senseless by what he discovered.

“No, little girl. You can’t get in without the money. Please get out because I really needed to get going,” Jeffrey, the bus driver, told a little girl who wanted to get on the bus but only had a few pennies to her name. She must have been around seven years old, and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with unaccompanied children that day. None of the other passengers paid them any mind.

“Please, sir. I want to visit my grandmother,” the little girl begged.

“Then go ask your parents for the money and come back next time,” Jeffrey replied and gestured with his hand for the girl to get out. She finally listened to him and left the bus with her shoulders slumped. Jeffrey saw her sit down at the bus stop and drove off.

He finished his route and went home for the night, greeting his wife, Greta, and sitting down on the couch to rest. He placed his feet on the coffee table, turned on the TV, and got his cellphone out. It was time to browse through social media mindlessly.

His Facebook was filled with funny posts, updates on his family, and more. But one of his groups had shared an image that made him pause.

The group would often share news from their hometown in Maryland, and that day, a picture was shared of the little girl he had just turned away a few hours earlier. The word “Missing” was written on top of the image. He read further and learned that the girl had disappeared a day ago, and her parents were distraught trying to find her.

Jeffrey saw her picture on Facebook. | Source: Pexels

Jeffrey saw her picture on Facebook. | Source: Pexels

Jeffrey’s back went cold. This girl was missing, and he had just kicked her out of the bus. “Dear God. What have I done?” he asked himself, standing up and going to the front door where he left his shoes, putting them on hastily.

“Where are you going?” Greta asked, coming out of the kitchen and wiping her hands on the dishtowel.

“Greta! Quick! Call 911 and this number,” Jeffrey said, showing her the picture of the girl with his phone. “I saw this girl at a bus stop earlier, and I turned her away because she didn’t have enough money. I’m going to find her, but please make those calls.”

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