After school all the bus riders were supposed to get on the bus to go home. Sally knew that. Sally also knew that she was supposed to get on the right bus, but she didn't. Through a series of incidents (including having a substitute bus driver) all the checks and balances used to prevent this type of event failed that day.

Sally realized her grave error and, at the first stop she got off the bus. Her little mind was overloaded. She simply could not think of what she could do. All the circuits in her brain were busy.

Standing there on the street corner in a residential area completely foreign to her, she started flailing her arms up and down and yelling, "Help!" with all her little might.

"Help! Help!" her little voice sailed down the street and up another. "Help!" her little arms lifting up and down in exasperation.

This was when the roofer came to her aid. He was doing a roofing job for a family when he had heard the little girl's cries for help. He had four children of his own and he easily recognized the seriousness of the situation.

The roofer descended and walked over to comfort and lend assistance to Sally. Sally was able to tell the roofer, in between sobs, who to call and Mom soon arrived to take her little girl with the yellow polka dotted dress home, safe at last.

The next day when it was time to go home, Sally was more careful which bus she entered.

Sometimes I feel I have gotten on the wrong bus. I, too, would like to get off. Sometimes I feel I am only five years old and it is so hard trying to figure out what to do as I'm lost and don't quite know where I am. Where is my Savior, I cry. Where is He?

My desire to get off and my shouts for help are heard by the Carpenter (Who may occasionally do some roofing jobs, too) and my loving Lord, in His gentle way, has picked me up in His arms and is carrying me home. My true home where I am no longer lost, no longer a stranger.  

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