Saturday, February 21, 2009

A meaningful and good read...

Got this in my Mail inbox today and I thought of sharing it with whoever is reading this post... something for us to reflect on life :-)


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.


You won't get any big surprise in 10 days if you send this to ten people. But, you might help make the world a little kinder and more compassionate by sending it on.

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

Cheers to you



iamyuanwu said...

"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?"

That's the one of the reasons that keeps driving me to treat others well, if not... at least with my best intention.

I like to think that when I help a person, I'm the only few who could help at that place and moment. I'm so vain! =P

The Marktrix said...

You are just pathetic :-p

But that's between you and me :p hahaha


iamyuanwu said...

If I can help people while being pathetic... it's all for the good of humanity, right?

I good boy!

iamyuanwu said...

Thanks 老表, for letting me use your comment box as blog again. =P

Holy crap! My boss lady has no savoir-faire!

She marched into my office, called me out loud. She brought forward my tuition class for her daughter.

Then loudly proclaimed to the WHOLE BLARDIE OFFICE that she's inviting me to have dinner with her friends at a Japanese restaurent.

The whole office terus became quiet. I'm happy to be invited, I also don't know where to hide my face.
I'm so darn pathetic! X^D

The Marktrix said...

haha welcome 老表!

Wow!! Going after boss' daughter eh? How old is she?? :-p hahaha least you get to enjoy free Jap food. Just don't drown yourself with too much sake :-p


iamyuanwu said...

Boss lady there, don't dare to drink too much. Afterwards wake up with her by my side... how to explain to boss?


The Marktrix said...

Belum minum sudah mabuk :-p

iamyuanwu said...

Mark, I stumbled upon this post that mentions about Trojan in iWork. You might want to have look into it, since you have iWork.

The Marktrix said...

Thanks YW,

But I'm still using iWork'08 and the trojan surfaced from some pirated version of iWork'09 that people downloaded off torrents. So it won't affect me :-)

Thanks for informing though :-)