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!]

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One Response to The Cab Ride I’ll Never Forget

  1. Heyjules says:

    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!!!

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