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The Cab Ride

“Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight.  Extend to them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster, and do it with no thought of any reward.  Your life will never be the same again.”

Og Mandino

The following is a story you may have heard before, but it is worth repeating and worth remembering. It’s called . . .

The Cab Ride

“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 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 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 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.”

 

Thank you to my good friend, Vicci Hult for this wonderful story

 

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Are You Living A Meaningful Life?

“The grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.”
 Allan K. Chalmers

Are You Living A Meaningful Life?

 

How often do we wonder if our lives are meaningful? Does my existence here on the planet really make a difference? Am I a valuable player . . . am I valued as a player? Am I fulfilling my purpose? Is there more?  These are questions that I think only we can answer for ourselves and in my many years of working with countless thousands of people, I have come to realize that these questions are critically important:

 

  • Who am I?
  • What am I?
  • Why am I here?
  • What the heck am I waiting for?

 

To be all of who you  can be . . . to dare to live life fully . . . to be and do what is true for yourself, to love unconditionally, to have goals to look forward to, to participate in life with passion without regrets, is what brings meaning and joy to our lives.

 

Please watch the fabulous following video. It only takes 3:11 and it will change your day and perhaps even your life:

 

http://www.flickspire.com/m/Share_This/dreamrangers?lsid=2606bc7b4136f5e55a30a715b5c0382c

 

How are you holding back?

What have you been putting off?

What do you need to do NOW to bring more meaning into your life?

What are you living for?

 

GO FOR IT and live!!

 

 

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