The Cab Ride.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 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 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 glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, and 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 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. '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.
~Author Unknown
I had the opportunity to go with our youth group on Sunday to feed the homeless this past Sunday. What a unique opportunity to remind me of my many blessing and the little things I take for granted everyday. A warm shower.Heated home.Food. Job.Family. Gospel. The list could go on and on...I am indeed blessed! I hope we will all take this Holiday season to evaluate the time we spend on "things" and focus more on the "people" in our lives. Enjoy even the small moments!
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During the ride we took Saturday, I noticed rain clouds approaching. When I asked Brad if we should head back he said it shouldn't be a heavy rain. So we kept riding and when the rain hit we were SOAKED within 10 min! Very fun ride up to that point and after changing we planned to go back out but the rain started again so we didn't make it. 
Random bit of information...this police truck was parked in the SAME spot when we passed in on the way to Zion Ponderosa so we looked harder on the way back and they have a dressed mannequin in the driver's seat to fool people into slowing down. Way to go Kane County!
Anyone is welcome! Let me know next year if you want to join us. It is typically the Saturday before Mother's day. 
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me, Kim, 
Ali and Lily taking a break after hiking about 15min! 
Monica and Lily
Chris and Monica
This is what the tree looked like the next morning.. is that huge or what?? Brad cut off another 2 ft Monday morning before our dear friend and home teacher came over to help him lift it in the house so he could start stringing the lights. 
