Stories

By
Real Estate Agent with Keller Williams Realty
 
 
 
 
 
 
In relation to my previous post, this spoke to me about how we play a part in writing not only our own stories, but the stories of those around us.  It's also a testiment to glorifying God in everything we do, whether you are a taxi driver or a real estate agent.  I came across the following story on a facebook post by Homestead Survival, 
written by Kent Nerburn, 
http://thinksimplenow.com/happiness/cab-ride/.  It is adapted from the book "Make Me An Instrument of Your Peace"
 

The Cab Ride I’ll Never Forget

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living.

It was a cowboy’s life, a life for someone who wanted no boss.

What I didn’t realize was that it was also a ministry.

Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, and made me laugh and weep.

But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night. I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partyers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town.

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, 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 danger, 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 knick-knacks 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, 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”.

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, 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.


 
We may not all live holy lives, but we live in a world alive with holy moments.”
Kent Nerburn


Matthew 25:40: "
The king will reply, Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me."

Comments (9)

Debi McKamie
McKamie Real Estate Services, LLC - Meridian, TX
Realtor®/Property Manager

Awesome story!!! It just goes to prove that most of us get caught up in the rush and stress of daily life that we forget to take a deep breath and appreciate all that God has given and to show love to all that we come into contact with.

May 02, 2012 12:36 AM
Debbie Reynolds, C21 Platinum Properties
Platinum Properties- (931)771-9070 - Clarksville, TN
The Dedicated Clarksville TN Realtor-(931)320-6730

That little gift of time and gas rewarded both the giver and the receiver. We do  need to look for ways that we can give back especially of our time and ourselves. Thank you for the post.

May 02, 2012 12:39 AM
Than Maynard
Coldwell Banker Heart of Oklahoma - Purcell, OK
Broker - Licensed to List & Sell - 405-990-8862

Great story. Thanks for passing the story on to others.

Reposting to SpiritualRain!

May 02, 2012 01:47 AM
Monica Hill
RE/Max Associates - Wilmington, DE
the REALTOR to help you discover Delaware

What a great story. Thanks for posting it. The way you live may not matter at all, but you never know... it might.

May 02, 2012 02:01 AM
Laura Cerrano
Feng Shui Manhattan Long Island - Locust Valley, NY
Certified Feng Shui Expert, Speaker & Researcher

Writing other people's stories is a way to realize our own responsibilty in life. :)

May 02, 2012 01:28 PM
Tim Lorenz
TIM LORENZ - Elite Home Sales Team - Mission Viejo, CA
949 874-2247

That is a touching story of kindness and caring to which we can all do a little more.  Thank you for the blog post.

May 02, 2012 11:34 PM
Brian Schulte
Allison James Estates & Homes - Sierra Vista, AZ
SFR, Sierra Vista, AZ

With one of my hands I will hold yours and with the other hand 2 tissues: one for tears of sadness and the other for tears of joy.

 

May 03, 2012 04:40 PM
Anonymous
Johni Lingron
Being a care taker I completely relate to this story many times have I been with some one and been patient with them and listened and cared. The elderly are just like us. And we will be just like them sooner than we think.
May 04, 2012 02:47 AM
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Roy Kelley
Realty Group Referrals - Gaithersburg, MD

Thank you very much for sharing this story.

Have an outstanding week!

May 06, 2012 11:59 PM