I SAW A YOUNG BOY CRYING ON THE SCHOOL BUS, AND AFTER NOTICING HIS HANDS, I IMMEDIATELY STEPPED IN TO HELP. I’M GERALD, 45, A SCHOOL BUS DRIVER. I’ve driven the same route for 15 years—rain or snow—and I’ve seen it all. But last week… nothing could have prepared me. It was freezing. The kind of cold that bites straight through your bones. Kids bundled in scarves and mittens piled onto the bus, laughing and shouting to keep warm. “Get in quick, kids! The weather’s killing me! Grrr…” I yelled dram