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[aid] => mick
[title] => A LITTLE MOMENT OF JOY
[time] => 2003-11-13 05:40:05
[hometext] => Heartwrenching story of an old lady reliving her life, and the kindess shown to her by a Taxi driver.
[bodytext] => He was a driver of a Taxi. In this land somewhere, could be? He said that his was a "Cowboy's" life, no boss! It was also a beautiful ministry. His cab driven at night, was like a "confessional." Passengers seated behind him spoke freely with anonymity, as a wall! Their lives amazed him, ennobled him, some made him laugh, others at times weep, he had thin skin. But, no story he ever told touched his heart and soul, as much as the story I'm about to tell. An aged woman, bent, he picked-up late one August night, before daylight.. He was called at 2:30 a.m. one morn, to a four-plex, in a quiet part, close to where he was born. When he arrived, there was a single light in the ground floor window. He would sit waiting below. Most cabbies would honk and if no response, simply drive away. He had seen too many improvished people in his day, depending on taxi's, their only transporation, so he decided to stay/ He was gentle, kind, and considerate, always went to the door. As he knocked, he heard a frail, aged voice deplore. "Just a minute." Then he heard something being dragged along the floor. A tiny woman in her 80's opened, to let him in. She was wearing a print dress, pill box hat, with veil, and a pin. She looked like someone stepping from a 1940's movie, or close to kin. By her feet sat a suitcase, small. Her little apartment didn't appear "Lived-in" and all! Covered with sheets o'er her furniture. No Clocks, nor knick knacks, no past, no future..... In one corner he observed a cardboard box, filled with photos, glassware, and collected rocks. "Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. Lifting her suitcase and offering his arm, he lead her slowly to the cab's trunk bed. She insisted upon thanking him over and over again. He said, "It's nothing, no strain, I treat all my customers, the way I would treat my Mother, or any other. She said, "You are such a good boy, I'm glad they sent you to me to employ." When they were seated in the cab. She handed him an address, her eyes were sad. "Could you drive through downtown?" "It's not the shortest way," he said. "Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry today. I'm on my way to a hospice, to stay." He looked in the rear view mirror. Her eyes were glistening, as he was intently listening...... "I don't have any family left, you see. The Dr. says I've not long to be." He reached over and shut off the meter. Listening carefully where he would lead her. For two hours, he drove her around the city. As they stopped in front of a building old. "This is where I was an elevator operator," he was told. A huge warehouse that was once a ballroom A young girl danced, he assumed. A small neighborhood, where she and her husband were newly wed. She'd ask him to slow down, saying nothing, staring straight ahead. At the peak of the sunrise. "Let's go now," she said. "I'm tired, and so are my eyes." They drove in silence to a quaint convalescent home, under the portico she was met by orderlies, who insisted she not roam. They were helpful, and intent. Obviously expecting her and this event. He removed her small suitcase placing it on the cab floor. She was helped into a wheelchair, and headed for the door. "How much do I owe?" she asked. while reaching in her purse. He said, "Nothing" "But, you have to make a living," she coerced. He replied, "I have other passengers to rely." Without even thinking he bent, and gave her a hug goodbye. She responded and held him tightly. "You just gave an old woman a little moment of joy, and I thank you, most kindly." He squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind him, he heard a door slam..... it was the sound of the closing of the old woman's life! He didn't take on anymore passengers. He couldn't even talk, as he drove aimlessly, lost in thought. "What if she had got, an angry driver? That didn't sympathize with her lot? What if he himself, had refused to take her? And with closer review, drove on and left her for the kindness of few? He then realized he had never done anything this important in his whole life! We are taught that we live for Great Moments. That are filled with big dreams, heartache, or strife. But the truly Great Moments often touch us unaware. Beautifully wrapped in what others consider a very low fare! As he looked back, he was so glad to have cared. For he may never remember the deed to reveal. But, he will never forget, how joyful, it made his heart feel! This story was taken from a short story I read, that has no Author. I did not write the story, but the poem is mine. "Please, always remember to be kind!" Created by Cheri Cam Lebren November 12, 2003 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 287 [topic] => 39 [informant] => lovingcritters [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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