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History of a taxi driver in New York
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usual taxi driver told a story that touched to the depths of dushi.Lyudi so often obsessed with little things in life that overlooked the main thing. Website offers you to read a story that will make you stop and think about what is really important: to remain human.
- I arrived at the address, and signaled. After waiting a few minutes, I signaled again. Since this was to be my last flight, I thought about how to leave, but instead I parked the car, walked to the door and knock ... "Wait a minute," - said a fragile, elderly woman's voice. I heard something was dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. The small woman of about 90 was standing in front of me. She was wearing a print dress and a hat with a veil, as if from a movie of the 1940s. Next to it was a small suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for many years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There was no clock on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the shelves. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
"You would not have helped me carry my bag in the car?" - She said. I took the suitcase to the car, and then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the car.
She went on to thank me for my kindness. "It's nothing," - I said to her - "I just try to treat my passengers the way I want to treat my mother».
"Oh, you're such a good boy," - she said. When we got into the car, she gave me an address, then asked, "Could you go through the center of the city?».
"It's not the shortest way," - I replied quickly ...
"Oh, I do not mind," - she said - "I'm in no hurry. I'm going to the hospice ... »
I looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes shone. "My family has long gone," - she said in a low voice - "The doctor says that I have left is not very long».
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
"What route would you like to go?" - I asked.
Over the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as a lifter.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She showed me a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she worked when she was little.
Sometimes she asked me to slow down in front of a particular building or a lane and sat staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
Later, she suddenly said: "I'm tired, perhaps, go now!».
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, something like a small resort, with road access path along a small portico.
Two orderlies came to the car as soon as we arrived. They gently helped her out. They must be waiting for her. I opened the trunk and made a small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
"How much do I owe you?" - She asked, taking her purse.
"Not at all," - I replied.
"You have to make a living," - she said.
"There are other passengers," - I said.
Almost without thinking, I bent down and hugged her, she held me tight.
"You gave an old woman a little happiness," - she said. - «Thank you».
I squeezed her hand, and then went away ... behind my back door was closed, it was the sound of another to close the book of life ...
I did not take more passengers on the way back. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. On that day, I could hardly talk. What if the woman got angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to fulfill her request, or horn a couple of times, then left? ..
In the end, I would like to say that nothing is more important in my life I have not done. We used to think that our lives revolve around great moments, but great moments often caught us by surprise, beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a trifle ...
Author - Kent Nerburn published later book, which included night confession of passengers a taxi driver. em>
The world is not without good people
From the heart
Story of a Love
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