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Read this story all the way through.  Keep it in your heart.

  by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown
Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy’s life, a life for someone who wanted no boss. What I didn’t realize was that it was also a ministry.

Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me laugh and weep.

But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night. I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town.

When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. 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 80s 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, 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 and address, 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 rearview 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, 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.

This is a great story that illustrates something we forget in our busy, rushed, possibly egotistical lives.  People do remember how you made them feel.  And you remember this also.  When you are in a funk get out and be of service to someone else. 

Remember that your are part of the human race.  It is your obligation and duty to live your life with kindness and caring.  Being empty and devoid of this experience just brings on personal misery. 

The next time you are engrossed with yourself and your problems air out your mind.  Reach out so someone else and share your specialness. Don’t be stingy.  Give someone the gift of yourself.

Marcia, Your Confidence Coach


April 2, 2007 Posted by | kindness, positive energy | 3 Comments

You Tube


Let’s Start the Effective, Beneficial Revoltion

I just had a quick thought.  I like You Tube.  It is definitely an entertaining site.  People use it for all kinds of stuff.  I use it to get a laugh.  I am also a music lover so I like to check out performers that I like.

Anyways  ….. here is my thought.  How about we all use your tube for a new purpose.  Don’t worry it won’t be a drag.  Let’s put some positive energy in the air.  I do not want to get into a political, philosophical, sociological  rant but personally I find the tone of our country kind of down.  I hear from people that they are struggling.  I hear from people that they are alienated.  I hear from people that life is not the way they thought it would be. 

Here is my suggestion.  How about you go to You Tube and post your goals, your passions, your life’s desires, your affirmations.  Make a short video.  Then tell everyone you know about it and ask them to make their video.  Let’s  plaster You Tube with positive energy.  Put your positive energy there.

Then watch your You Tube video every day to keep yourself righteous.  Maybe you will watch someone elses that inspires you.  Who knows what can happen? 

Let’s change the mood in this country to something empowering.  Let me know what you have posted.  Tell people about this blog so they can tell me what they posted.  Let’s start a positive revolution.  Let’s enhance each other. 

Marcia, Your Confidence Coach

PS  Empower yourself, empower the world !!!!!!!!!!!!

March 31, 2007 Posted by | positive energy | 1 Comment