The Cab Ride I’ll Never Forget
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, and made me laugh and weep.
But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night.
Read the rest here, it’s the last three paragraphs that get me.
[Thanks, LG!]
Hey Geeding…I can’t get the link to work. Can you check it and see if we can get it to work…I really want to read this!!!