The Cab Driver....Compassion at its finest......

This email has been around more than once, but such a lesson is taught.....Betty
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> I arrived at the address where someone had requested a taxi. I honked but
> no one came out. I honked again, nothing. 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, and 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.


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

> IN GOD WE TRUST---

Happy Fall....Ya'll..........

Welcome to our home....fall is in the air and that makes me want to bring out the harvest decorations....the tractors are humming and the farmers are gathering the crops......


Mr. Scarecrow keeps an eye on the front porch......
The flag is very colorful.....
A bale of cotton, gourds, pumpkins...................
Colorful mums.....
If it stands still I'll tie a bow on it....

The window box in front of the den looks pretty outside as well as inside......

A swag of leaves and pomegranates with a raffia bow.....
The planters on the back porch have a fall touch.....

A scarecrow girl from a thrift store...a dollar.....
The window box on the kitchen window.....
Do you see the brown lizard behind the red bird house?
An old rustic birdhouse with iron bird and bunny....
Mr. Bunny stood still and got one tied on...why is this underlined and in blue?
A cornucopia and a turkey gourd.....
A ceramic cornucopia.....
A wicker cornucopia.....

I laugh everytime I walk by this turkey with her little head and tail...a gift from my friend Jackie...
These dishes are some of my very favorites...they look so 'fallish'....


A large arrangement of mums on the piano....A stuffed pheasant peeking out....
And last of all one of my favorite fall pitchers....

When I was a little, scrawny girl my grandparents lived a few blocks from the elementary school. I walked to their home for lunch one fall day. My Grandfather was a wonderful gardener and had a pumpkin patch. He offered me one and of course I chose the largest one. I started back to school carrying my gold cargo....I'd walk a little ways and sit down on my pumpkin....continued doing this all the way....finally I made it to my class room. We carved a Jack-O-Lantern and I was a happy camper. Do you have a pumpkin story?

Thanks for taking the time to visit with me...wishing you God's richest blessings.....