raining cats and dogs with an added tornado or two but no cabs in which
to take refuge.
|google image of times square|
the streets were lined with drenched people, hands raised in futility for
a dry ride. a few others were pushing their 'cart' homes, apparently
indifferent to the downpour.
a lone cabbie inched by carefully ignoring the hoards, so hans took a
chance. "excuse me, sir, could you take me uptown?"
|google image of new york cab|
"well, i'll tell you. i'm in a mood as foul as this weather, but because
you were so polite, yes sir, hop in." he reminded me of the aesop quote,
"no act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted."
what the cabbie didn't know is that hans had spent two intensive days
in denver meetings, hopped a plane to return me home, then caught
another plane to take him on to new york, arriving at one in the morning.
at seven the next morning he presented at a conference for eight hours.
exhausted and soaked to the bone, he was trying to meet his brother
who was recovering from surgery and then to catch his third plane in
two days to bring him home to me on yet another red eye.
i could just kiss that cabbie. . . but don't tell hans.
"with good will render service, as to the Lord, and not to men."