#262 the new year

What shall year 2010 bring?

Since the subprime and economic crunch — many lost their homes and jobs in the US and the stock markets plummet affecting the world economy– that appeared without warning in 2008 brought uncertainties and economic recession through to 2009, hoping 2010 will be better and brighter economically, politically and socially.

 

That which beyond my control, I shall not worry.

That which I can, I shall be mindful of — 

that is, in specific areas of attitudes, relationships and responsibilities.

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#216 story to remember

I received this through email and saving on blog as I found the story most credible and moving…I would like to add the writer’s name to this story though.

The Cab Ride

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 and a small lady in her 90s 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 were covered with sheets.

There was no clock on the wall and no knickknack or utensil on the counter. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

“Would you carry my bag out to the car?” she asked. I took the suitcase to the cab, 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 said. “I just try to treat my passengers the way I’d want my mother treated.”

“Oh, you’re a good boy,” she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and asked, “Could you drive through downtown?”

“It’s not the shortest way,” I answered quickly.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” she replied. “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 she 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. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They 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 is impatient to 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 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,

they will ALWAYS remember

how you made them feel.

#165 success

I stumble on the videoclip on Charles Handy, the new philantrophist. He has given us a most refreshing and true understanding of success.

Charles Handy understood success as how fondly one is remembered and those living claimed how his father had touched their lives at his father’s funeral. His father, then Charles Handy thought was shy, served in one church for 40 years as a church minister. He asked himself, “Will this be said of me when I die?” —

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJb2c5Pp6Wg&eurl=http://kempton.wordpress.com/.