Sunday, August 4, 2013

Sunday Spiritual - Cab Ride

Hebrews 13:1 

Let brotherly love continue. 

 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.



 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



 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



 'Would you carry my bag

 out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase

 to the cab, then returned to assist the



 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



 '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



 '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



 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.



 opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to

 the door. The woman was already seated in a



 'How much do I owe you?'

 She asked, reaching into her



 'Nothing,' I



 'You have to make a living,' she



 'There are other

 passengers,' I responded.



 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?


 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.



 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








 At the bottom of this great story was a request

 to forward this - I deleted that request because if you have read


 to this point, you won't have to be asked to pass it along


 you just will...


 Thank you, my




 may not be the party we hoped for, but while we

 are here we might as well dance.

Sometimes an email may have the perfect message we need to hear.

Enjoy your Sunday!


watercolors said...

Precious posting. Need to be aware of those around us and what we can do to help them.
God Bless.

Kanweienea Kreations said...

Very touching. Thank you for this post.

Putman Lake Designs said...

As someone I know says, "My eyes are leaky." Thank you!


Jennifer Tuminello said...

Very touching post. Thank you so much for sharing!!

Ewenique said...

Such a sweet story.

luvncrafts said...

Beautiful post and great thoughts!

Angela Wojcik said...

Thank you for sharing that. What a great story!

Cathy Morgan said...

Very touching, thank you for sharing.

Pamela Hollis said...

My eyes are doing what Ann said. Yes, we need to remember that it just takes a little sometimes to mean a lot to someone else.

JewelryArtByDawn said...

Sweet, touching and a good reminder to all of us. Thank you, Jacki!

ShadowDogDesigns said...

Wonderful! Thank you for sharing, Jacki.

Michelle said...

Beautiful story. Thank you. It can be really hard to slow down and to notice the little moments, but it can be amazing what we would have missed when we take the time to notice.

Roxanne Coffelt said...

I had read this story a long time ago, but it's worth a second read!

Julie and Blu said...

Great post, Jacki.

Julie and Blu said...

Great post, Jacki.

Lisa Bennett said...

Very sweet - thanks for sharing.

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