That's beautiful Claudia. Thank you for sharing. :)

Jesslan

  ----- Original Message ----- 
  From: Claudia Werner 
  To: [email protected] 
  Sent: Sunday, November 23, 2008 10:59 AM
  Subject: [Chihuahuas] OT:the Cab Ride



  Some of you may like this
   
  People can make all kinds of plans,but only the LORD,S plan will happen.  
Proverbs 19:21

  God bless you Brutus,Sissy and Claudia















                  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 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 
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. 

                         
                        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. 

                         
                        Thank you, my friend... 

                         
                        Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we 
are here we might as well dance. 



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