[Vnbiz] The Cab Drive

[Tran Dinh Hoanh]

Dear CACC,

Just got this moving story.  Here to share with everyone.

Have a greatday!

Hoanh
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 Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at
2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a
ground floor window.

Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or
twice, wait a minute, and then drive away.

But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis
as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled
of d anger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be
someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

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 80'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 continu ed. "The doc tor 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 part icular buildi ng
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.

W hat 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.< ?xml:namespace prefix = o />

Life is wonderful, live yours well�

**

-- 
Tran Dinh Hoanh, LLB, JD
Attorney of Law
Washington DC
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