The Conductor

When I was in my teens, I love this song and would got very sentimental over it every time it was played on radio request program. Well, I still do like the song, still get sentimental over it, but it's different kind of feelings from that of the teenage years!

Here goes the lyrics first, before my other story!

The Lightning Express

The Lightning Express from it's depot so grand
Had started out on it's way
All of the passengers that were on board
Seemed to be happy and gay

But one little boy who sat by himself
Was reading a letter he had
You could plainly tell by thelook on his face
That the contents of it made him sad

The stern old conductor then started his rounds
Taking tickets from everyone there
Finally reaching the side of the boy
He gruffly demanded his fare

I have no ticket the boy then replied
But I'll pay you back someday
Then I'll put you off at the next stop we make
But he stopped when he heard the boy say

(chorus)
Please Mr Conductor, don't put me off of this train.
The best friend I have in the world sir
Is waiting for me in pain

Expected to die any moment sir
And may not live through the day
I want to reach home and kiss Mother goodbye
Before God takes her away

A girl sitting near was heard to exclaim
If you put him off it's a shame
Then taking his hat a collection was made
The boy's fare was paid on the train

I'm obliged to you miss, the boy then replied
You're welcome, she said, never fear
Each time the conductor would pass through the car
The boy's words would ring in his ear

(repeat chorus)

Now, this bus conductor ...

After the Harvest Festival Open House yesterday, I decided to take a bus to the city as when the taxi sent me there, I saw a bus stop at the entrance of KDCA building (where the Open house was held).

As I walked out of the entrance, it was a 100 metres away, I saw a bus at the bus stop. It was about to leave. Well, it looked like I am going to miss this one. But the bus conductor waved at me! So, I got on the bus. He said, "This bus goes to Wawasan terminal."

Alright, I know Wawasan, it's near my place. I could walk back from the bus terminal.

All the way, whenever there was a bus stop, the bus conductor would get down and practically called out, "bus, bus.." I was impressed by his spirit.

At the end of the journey, he nicely said, "Madam, this is the Wawasan terminal." He remembered this stranger in the city!

That's called SERVICE! If I could write a song - the real bus conductor!