Trust Your Instincts. A Thread. One day, I had a rehearsal at Collin’s Green Ave near Cross Roads. Living in Constant Spring, I decided to take a bus—it was a quick 15-minute ride and just one bus. As the bus approached near the Avenue, I called for my stop. A young woman also requested one too. The bus stopped and I stepped off. Suddenly my spirit said, “This isn’t your stop. Get off at the next one.” I was hesitant but didn’t see the harm.