A friend sent me this. I had never seen it before. It maybe something you have seen many times but it made me really think. Who is going to give us our last "cab/tractor ride" ?????
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.
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.
Thank you.' she said.
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
remind us often, that it is the random acts of
kindness that most benefits all of us.
Thank you ...
***********
Life may not be the party we hoped for,
but while we are here,
we might as well dance.
So lend a hand to a stranger... Help a person in need...
Have patience... Treasure your family....
Cherish your friends... Respect people...
Give (of yourself) and... Be giving...
Forgive.... Love.... Trust...
AND
Thank God for being alive!
If you can read this without a tear in your eye you are a better man than I am. Just how many of us will end this way??? I have family around me right now but what about ten or twenty years in the future???
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.
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.
Thank you.' she said.
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
remind us often, that it is the random acts of
kindness that most benefits all of us.
Thank you ...
***********
Life may not be the party we hoped for,
but while we are here,
we might as well dance.
So lend a hand to a stranger... Help a person in need...
Have patience... Treasure your family....
Cherish your friends... Respect people...
Give (of yourself) and... Be giving...
Forgive.... Love.... Trust...
AND
Thank God for being alive!
If you can read this without a tear in your eye you are a better man than I am. Just how many of us will end this way??? I have family around me right now but what about ten or twenty years in the future???
