DAY 14B

DAY 14 – 

THE FINAL CAR RIDE 

A cab driver recounted picking up a woman in her 80s at 2:30 in the morning. She was leaving home for the last time. He said, “As I walked her to the cab, she thanked me for my kindness.” I said, “I try to treat my passengers how I’d want my mother treated.” “Could you drive through downtown?” I answered. “It’s not the shortest way.” She said, “I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.” Looking in the rear-view mirror, her eyes were filled with tears. “I don’t have any family left. The doctor says I don’t have very long.” I quietly shut off the meter. We drove through the city for hours, stopping at places significant to her. I didn’t charge her and don’t think I’ve done anything more important in my life. People may not remember what we said to them, but they’ll never forget how we made them feel!