STORY OF A CAB RIDE ( A testimony from a cab driver )
Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living.
When I arrived at 2:30am., 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
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 80’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
“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
“It’s nothing”, I told her. “I just try to
treat my passengers the way I would want my mother
“Oh, you’re such a good boy”, she said.
When we got in the cab, she gave me an
address, then asked, “Could you drive through
“It’s not the shortest way,” I answered
“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
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
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
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
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.
Ten things God won’t ask:
1..God won’t ask what kind of car you drove;
He’ll ask how many people you drove who didn’t have
2…God won’t ask the square footage of your
house, He’ll ask how many people you welcomed into
3…God won’t ask about the clothes you had in
your closet, He’ll ask how many you helped to
4…God won’t ask what your highest salary
was, He’ll ask if you compromised your character to
5…God won’t ask what your job title was,
He’ll ask if you performed your job to the best of your
6…God won’t ask how many friends you had,
He’ll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.
7…God won’t ask in what neighborhood you
lived, He’ll ask how you treated your neighbors.
8..God won’t ask about the color of your skin,
He’ll ask about the content of your character.
9…God won’t ask why it took you so long to
seek Salvation, He’ll lovingly take you to your
mansion in heaven, and not to the gates of Hell.
10..God won’t ask how good you were or how bad you were
He will ask “Did you receive my Son Jesus” Did you read
the words of life I told you through Him?