Every morning, the No. 7 bus drives down Cherry Lane. The kids waiting for the bus get splashed by a puddle whenever it rains. A homeless man sees it happen every day that it rains.

One rainy spring morning, the homeless man had enough. He walked right out in front of the bus before it could reach the corner.

The driver stepped out of the bus in a rage.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing?"

"Something. I'm doing something."

He raced around the bus driver and hopped into the driver's seat. He maneuvered the bus around the driver and approached the corner without soaking the children.

"Let's go, kids!"

The children cheered and high-fived their new driver as they entered the bus.

The last one, a six-year-old girl, asked, "Could you take my teacher's place, too?"