Saturday, 29 November 2008

The Cab Ride

Here is a post from Jessica's World. I hope she doesn't mind me using it. She is a very positive and upbeat lady, and I like visiting her blog.

I think this is a great story, and I agree with the sentiment. I try to do one nice thing somewhere every day ( and sometimes more than one!!). You never know what a difference it might make to someone.

I went for my hospital check yesterday. The nurse who was with me was very quiet and efficient, but very warm and encouraging. I was probably just another patient to her and she probably has no idea how her calm and pleasant manner re-assured me. It made such a difference.


The Cab Ride

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 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 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 knick knacks 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, 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. '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.

5 comments:

Swearing Mother said...

Hi Jo, thanks so much for visiting, lovely to read you.

Great blog, BTW!

Clippy Mat said...

oh that story leaves me speechless.
and thoughtful.
what a powerful message.
i hope YOU are okay re your hospital check up.
i am sure you do more than one nice thing every day. i can tell.
hugs,
pat :-)

Molly said...

Lovely. That brought tears to my eyes! My mother-in-law is 90 minus one, very frail, and wistful for the past. In spite of her frailness though, her house is as neat as a pin, and spotless! We hear so much horrible news these days it's easy to forget there are decent people around still. They just don't get the press the bad guys do!

Jess said...

Of course I don't mind... glad you used it.

Lots of love to you, and have a great weekend

Hadriana's Treasures said...

Don't know if my last comment worked! You've been tagged! (Fantastic story BTW)