@dieworkwear Are we seriously assigning political views to one’s outerwear? Can one not make a decision based on aesthetics/comfort/taste without the baggage?
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.
PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID ~BUT~ THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.
🙏🏼🥰✝️
US govt tax revenue is declining, spending is soaring.
Interest payments on the $32 trillion in debt are about to reach an annualized rate of $1 trillion per year.
Interest on the debt is about to become the 2nd largest spending item in the US Govt budget, only behind social security.
One bizarre - if obviously explainable - thing about coverage of Thursday's affirmative action case has been the focus of almost all of it on Black v white benefits, past conflict, etc.
Every plaintiff was Asian.
This is my friend Reggie Bibbs. Reggie is the kindest and most loving person I have ever met. His face is disfigured from a rare genetic condition called ‘Neurofibromatosis.’
After many years of never leaving his bedroom, out of shame and embarrassment, Reggie finally summoned enough courage to face his fears and raise awareness of this disorder.
He has incurred tremendous challenges over the past years, including the loss of his mother and the foreclosure of their family home. Despite these hardships, Reggie has maintained an extraordinary spirit and has always believed that something better was coming.
My humble request is for you to open your heart and consider supporting Reggie in raising funds through a GoFundMe account. These funds would be to cover his monthly rent, utilities, and essential expenses for the next five years.
Any contribution, no matter how small, will make such a meaningful difference in Reggie's life and help him reach his $133,000.00 goal.. Thank you so much.
https://t.co/VZrfiM6wG7
how is it even possible to spend $31 trillion and not end up with fusion or bullet trains or a little ol' moon colony, even? my healthcare is still expensive and it sucks?? i'm paying my own rent??? like where is it actually going i genuinely don't get it
The MOST depressing finding of all about cannabis: it is by far the most implicated drug in child abuse deaths. That includes alcohol. Not even meth is close.
THC enhances sensation but reduces motivation and emotional connection; it’s an awful drug for caregivers of young kids.
I have this friend who doesn’t post anything on social media. He just lives his life.
I said, “how am I supposed to know what you’re up to?” he said, “ask me”
What a weirdo.
One million seconds ago was 11 days ago.
One billion seconds ago was 1992.
One trillion seconds ago was 31,000 B.C
Let that sink in.
Our current U.S. debt is $31.4 trillion.
$31,458,332,247,931 (at the time of this tweet)
Total debt: $31.4 trillion
Annual interest paid on debt: ~$1.2 trillion by 2024.
Annual tax revenue: $4.9 trillion
Annual Deficit: $1.4 trillion Loss
Projected 2023 Deficit: Over $2 trillion
Maybe it is time to make a few changes before we run this into a brick wall?