Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Unexpected great moments

You may have seen this in your inbox before but I feel re-reading it gives us a gentle reminder about important lessons in life. I think there are several within this story and not just at the end which is the title of this post. Everyone picks up different lessons because we are unique individuals. There is no wrong answer because feelings are never wrong. What strikes you most?

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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.

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'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.

18 comments:

WP said...

Yes, I've read this before...and it's still as touching. Thanks for sharing!

Anonymous said...

Jt Dear
I read this as my first time and it brings tears to myeyes... lump in my throat...

It is a good reminder indeed sis. Thank you and love!

Daphne Ling said...

Hi Jacqui,

I've not read this before actually, so thanks for sharing it...

Your comment on my blog re 'kissing' reminded me of something, and I blogged about it, mentioning you. Thanks for the reminder...

In fact, this post of yours echoes the same thing which I blogged about. And blogging about it then reminded me of another old story about the old lady I sat with in the hospital who was partially-deaf.

It kinda brought on the same feelings, although the degree was definitely different...

So thanks for bringing back memories!

*Hugs*

Makcik Runner said...

nice heart-warming story JT! i love reading stories like this...makes you ponder what life is all about

Nightwing said...

I have not read this...thanks for sharing it.

You have a great weekend ahead now...cheers.

rad said...

JT,
never come across this one before - & yes, it's a great reminder! it's the small things that truly matter.

I had tears in my eyes...hope my mom or anyone else will never fell alone or abandon like that..

Sorry for the long hiatus from coming here -Ive settled down nicely in penang- thank God! Life's never been better..

J.T. said...

Hi WP

It hits me everytime I read it. Indeed, it is a very touching story.

You keep well.

J.T. said...

Hi Dalilah

Glad to have shared this story with you.
I hope you are doing good these days.

Take care.

J.T. said...

Hi Daphne

There's something about the old folks that tugs at my heart strings. Whenever I see them working so hard (when they should be enjoying their retirement years), I wonder why. Or when I see them alone in hospices (while some others have family visiting them constantly), I wonder what brought them to that situation.

Once I was visiting my mom in hospital and opposite her was an old lady who could hardly use her other hand. She tried to get the last parts out of her food flask which was lying down on its side but it kept moving around the table. I felt so sorry for her, I told my mom I had to do something (nurses were not in the room at that time and mom had just finished her lunch). So, I went over to the old lady's bed, asked her if I could help hold the flask for her. She allowed me and she managed to get about four more spoons of rice and veg. She thanked me with a smile. Strangely I felt happy and sad at the same time.

You take care, Daphne and hope you are doing well in Toronto.

J.T. said...

Hi KC

This story certainly makes me ponder on what holds for me and my husband in the future. Someday, it will seem that years have gone by so fast and that memories will seem so distant.

Take care.

J.T. said...

Hello Nightwing

How are you? It has been awhile, hasn't it?
Hope you are keeping well.

Thanks for dropping by. You have a great weekend too.

Cheers!

J.T. said...

Hi Rad

So glad you returned to my blog and that things are working out well for you.

I too have the same hopes as you do - that no one goes through a lonely end.

I would have loved for this story to have a second part - where the old lady makes friends at the hospice or someone there makes a difference in her life that she does not feel so alone. For I believe in this:
"The most terrible poverty is loneliness and the feeling of being unloved." - Mother Theresa

Mat Salo said...

J.T.

Tug my heartstrings lah... so sweet. Be kind, always, to those less fortunate than you. And this is what I've always gone by. But the opposite is also true. I can be a real asshole and a jerk when dealing with higher-ups! :)

Brecht said...

Hi JT, suprisingly enough, i havanet come acrossed this story! So thx for sharing JT, it was truly touching, made me ponder about life, love and everything else that i hold dear to my heart and head ; ) U hv a great week ahead, i go write a review on a book i just finish reading. Hugs for now.... Hope its not so cold anymore in Germany, Belgium's warming up a little bit....

cakapaje said...

Hi JT,

Toucing story there. But true, moments such as those come unexpected and its really up to us on how to respond. My 'tabek' (salute) to the cab driver though.

J.T. said...

Hi MS

How are you? Hope all is well on your side.

As for being an a-hole and jerk, well ... we usually try to be nice to all but some people just beg to be treated otherwise. I believe in "you reap what you sow". :D

J.T. said...

Hi Mush

The weather is improving. We had some snow last week but thankfully it is forecasted to be above freezing from now on. That helps because I am so darn tired of driving with snow around.

I will hop over to your blog to read your review. Hope you are having a good weekend.
Cheers!

J.T. said...

Hello Cakapaje

I would like to think that apart from the cab driver being a naturally nice person, divine authority was also working to make this old lady's cab ride a meaningful one. Maybe she was praying for what's to come and God had used the cab driver as his instrument to show her the blessings and trials she went through in life ... and be ready for a new one.

Yup ... a salute to the cab driver.