A Lesson in Patience AND a Lesson for my Cynicism

I came across the ususual sweet story on Facebook today (A Sweet Lesson on Patience, published by Wimp.com) – you know the kind that although there is a message to listen to, it is often not true and manufactured to tweek the hearts of others.  It’s a nice story and I did comment (nicely). It reads ….

A sweet lesson on patience.

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up 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 be 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.

I commented:

Lynne Moores-France Whether this story is true or not (not meaning to be a cynic, but often they are not!) there is certainly a very sincere and lovely message to be learned. Once on a very busy day in a super market I came across an old lady, looking at Christmas cards in the reduced section. She wanted the packet with the least in as she said not many of her friends were alive now. I stood and looked with her reaching to the back of the shelf and found a large packet that had the nicest cards and was the same price as the smaller ones and said ” There is enough here to give them out next year too and God willing, you’ll all still be around to send and receive them”
I looked it up on Hoax busters just now- the above story is TRUE – What a wonderful Taxi driver – and take it from me a wonderful city.

I’m not embarrased to say I was wrong, but very glad I checked. It is wise to do so as often you can be left feeling low by some of these stories and there are enough stories out there that ‘are real’ and do need a lot more attention than ‘just to read’.

My lesson on patience was to check first, before I responded – but had I done that, I wouldn’t be sharing this lovely story with you (maybe).

So my  cynicism corrected and my patience restored – what lesson have you learned today?

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2 Responses to A Lesson in Patience AND a Lesson for my Cynicism

  1. I read this one on fb too. Good to know that it is true – I also wondered.

    • I was really pleased too as it’s really sweet and not your everyday occurrence. Not many cab drivers would have done that. It’s a £25 dollar fare in an NYC cab from an airport to downtown (to keep the cost down) so by the metre getting into busy downtown would be a lot.

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