I think these comments could be applied to just about any “civilized” country in the world.
Every day in your life is a special occasion
Posted: July 29, 2011 in The UniverseTags: kindness, the cab ride
This is wonderful story and a good reminder to always be kind because everyone has something going on in their lives at some point that we’re not aware of and also, some day, we may be the person needing the act of kindness.
The Cab Ride
I arrived at the address and honked the horn.
after waiting a few minutes I walked to the door and knocked..
‘Just 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. Z
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.
‘Would 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.
‘It’s nothing’, I told her..
‘I just try to treat my passengers
the way I would want my mother to be treated.’
‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave
me an address and then asked,
‘Could you drive through downtown?’
‘It’s not the shortest way,’
I answered quickly..
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said.
‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror.
Her eyes were glistening.
‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..
‘The doctor says I don’t have very long.’
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
‘What 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’d 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,
‘I’m tired. Let’s 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.
‘How much do I owe you?’
She asked, reaching into her
purse.
‘Nothing,’ I said
‘You have to make a living,’ she
answered.
‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.
She held onto me tightly.
‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said.
‘Thank 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’t 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’t think that I have done anything
more important in my life.
We’re 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.
PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY
WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID ~BUT~THEY WILL
ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM
FEEL.
You won’t get any big surprise in 10 days if you send this to ten people.
But, you might help make the world a little kinder
and more compassionate by sending it on and
reminding us that often it is the random acts of
kindness that most benefit all of us.
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Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we
are here we might as well dance.
One night a teenage couple were driving home from the movies.
The boy sensed there was something wrong because of the painful silence they shared between them that night.
The girl then asked them to pull over because she wanted to talk.
She told him her feelings had changed & that it was time to move on, A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket and passed her a folded note.
At that moment a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street.
He swerved and hit the couples car, killing the boy. The girl escaped the wreckage and remembered the note he gave her. She pulled it out and read it. The words hit her hard. The boy had wrote “Without Your Love, I Would Die.”
I love the comments at the end of this video from 3:45 onwards. ROFL Totally agree.
This is why we must help protect the dolphins and whales.
I just uploaded a couple of files from my computer here in New Zealand to my web site which is somewhere in the US (Texas I think) andthey uploaded faster than I can move a file from folder to folder on my C drive!
That just blows me away.
I’m submerged in IT stuff all day at work and yet this kind of stuff still blows me away. When I start thinking about whats actually happening as that file is moved onto the server; the hops it makes along the way, the servers it passes through.. the distance it travels the actual physical path it takes – out to the road from the house, along the road..etc…and it’s all done in a total of seconds.
Amazing!
