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The Cab Ride

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  1. senior smoke

    senior smoke Well-Known Member

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    > The Cab Ride
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    >
    >
    > 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
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    > 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
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    > 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.
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    >
    >
    >
    >
    > PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY
    >
    > WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID ~BUT~THEY WILL
    >
    > ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM
    >
    > FEEL.
    >
    >
    >
    >
    >
    > you might help make the world a little kinder
    >
    > and more compassionate.
    >
    > It reminds us that often it is the random acts of
    >
    > kindness that most benefit all of
    >
    > us.


    >
    > Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we
    >
    > are here we might as well dance.
    >
    >
    >>
    > Thank you
    >
    >
    >
    >
    >
    >
    >
    > Life
    >
    > may not be the party we hoped for, but while we
    >
    > are here we might as well dance.
     
  2. senior smoke

    senior smoke Well-Known Member

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    I have no idea why the above copied this way?????
     
  3. GunDr

    GunDr Well-Known Member

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    Once you paste it to the reply box, you need to double space befroe each >>.

    The reason the ">>" shows up is because it's a forwarded email message. Just a plain old C&P with give you the above result everytime.

    To make it look correct, takes a little time....

    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.
     
  4. The Stive

    The Stive Member

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    Great story. you never know when you will be given the chance to make some
    ones life a little better. John
     
  5. recurvyarcher

    recurvyarcher Well-Known Member

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    I liked it regardless of the formatting.
     
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