A few months back I
hopped into a cab to go the airport. The driver was cordial and asked if I could help
him navigate down the dark and windy roads that would lead us back to the freeway.
I spent many years hailing cabs back in New York. I discovered it's like any other dance between two human spirits – two strangers feeling each other
out, gauging if one cares much to talk or sit in solitude. The morning rides in
particular leave a fog, a sort of haze making it difficult to decipher reality
from a dream.
In the end, we did
talk. We spoke about family, work, and the merciless pace of time. We
got along well and I wondered if in another life we might have been good
friends. He was a gentle soul who seemed to have a delicate relationship with the
world; two things I could relate to.
The ride was quick
and uneventful, which is to say it was fine. When we got to the arrival curb I paid him and wished him well. He drove
off into the still dark morning as I wheeled my bag through the automatic doors to a brightly lit kiosk. I'll likely never see that man again, but somehow felt better of than I was before. Being human is about connecting regardless of time and space.
Speak to strangers.
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