The Leader In a Cab

I don’t normally share the emails I get that make the rounds for years, but this one touched my Random Acts Of Kindness button, and I feel the need to give it back to you so that you might think about how you deal with your next customer, or the next person you meet as you go about your daily business.  I wish I could give credit to the author, but rarely are we ever told when these emails pop into our inbox.

The Cab

I arrived at the address and honked the horn.   After waiting a few minutes
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 1940’s 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 to betreated.’

‘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 in a soft voice.. ‘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 morninglight…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.

The Change Begins With You

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give… And there are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue; they give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space. Through the hands of these God speaks, and from behind their eyes He smiles upon the earth.

                                    ~Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

This beautiful video by speaks of kindness.  The kindness that touches people’s souls.   They know that they are valued, despite their circumstances, when you reach out and touch them with your eyes and your heart. 

It costs little to give, and is priceless to the person who receives it.  The benefit to the giver is also tremendous.  I have spoken with friends who are so moved by the feelings that a simple act of kindness they have performed has created in them that their eyes well with tears as they speak.  It creates a connection between the giver and the recipient that can never be broken. 

Ghandi asks that we “be the change”.  In a world so often lacking in compassion, one simple act of kindness creates a ripple of blessing.  It follows in my mind that a practice of kindness could create a tidal wave.

What one act of kindness are you willing to perform today? Please do share it with us.  My wish for the world is that we create a tidal wave of kindness before we reach the end of the year.  We have 31 days in which to accomplish it. 

Ready?  Let’s be the change we would like to see.  Let me know how it goes!

Blessings to you and yours this day.