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Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. I took a booking, and when I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was
in darkness, except for a single light in a ground floor
window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or
twice, wait a minute, then
drive away.
But, I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as
their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger,
I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needed my
assistance, I reasoned to myself.
So 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 80'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 1940s 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 treated". "Oh, you're such a good boy", she said.
When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, 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. "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 neighbourhood 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 will be 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, 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 reflecting, I don't think that I have done anything more important
in my entire life, than giving a little of my time that day.
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 not so great.
PEOPLE MAY NOT
REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS
REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.
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