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Default A Touching Story From a Taxi Driver You値l Never Forget

A Touching Story From a Taxi Driver You値l Never Forget



This amazing story was originally posted on Facebook. It is a touching lesson on being patient you HAVE to read it, it値l change how you think.

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 遷ust a minute, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90′s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940′s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard

box filled with photos and glassware.

糎ould you carry my bag out to the car? she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. 選t痴 nothing, I told her.. 選 just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.

前h, you池e such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 舛ould you drive through downtown?

選t痴 not the shortest way, I answered quickly..

前h, I don稚 mind, she said. 選知 in no hurry. I知 on my way to a hospice.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 選 don稚 have any family left, she continued in a soft voice..探he doctor says I don稚 have very long. I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

糎hat route would you like me to take? I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she壇 ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 選知 tired.Let痴 go now. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

践ow much do I owe you? She asked, reaching into her purse.

鮮othing, I said

塑ou have to make a living, she answered.

禅here are other passengers, I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

塑ou gave an old woman a little moment of joy, she said. 禅hank you.

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn稚 pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don稚 think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We池e conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
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