A taxi driver in such a huge city as New York, full of adventures. A meticopolis, which never falls asleep, is filled with human stories, dramas, which often have to watch the driver. One of the taxi drivers told this story. He did not want to name his name, but could not help but tell about this case, which literally turned his life: “I came to the call at the specified address. I took how I usually do, but no one got out of the house. I was going away again. I started to be nervous. I was a last call. “A second please”.

She was at least 90 years old, she held a small suitcase. I could look into the house and was very surprised when I saw that all things were covered with sheets, the walls were bare. It seemed that no one lives there for a long time. In the corner at the door there was a box with old photos. The grandmother asked. I took the suitcase and took to the car. Then I came back to help the old woman get to the car. She thanked me for the help. “There is nothing.” I said, – I try to treat my clients just as I would turn with my mom. “

“It’s very kind,” she said. The woman got in the car and called the address, and then asked me to drive through the city center. “This is the shortest road. We will have to make a big hook,” I warned. “Nothing,” she said. “I’m going to the hospice” I got a little on myself. “Hospice?” ”This is the place where people come to die.” I have no one, ”the woman said quietly. Then I turned off the member and asked: “Where do you want to go?“ The next two hours I rolled her around the city, and she showed me the hotel where I was working. We have visited many places. She showed me the house where they lived after the wedding and the dance studio she went to her childhood.

Sometimes she asked me to go very slowly and looked silently out the window, like an interested baby. We were riding in a night city until the woman said, “I’m tired. We can go to the destination.” We both remained silent while I was driving at the specified address. Hospice was less than I imagined. When I came up, the nurse came to meet us. They put a woman in a wheelchair and took her suitcase. “How much do I have guilty?” She asked, opening his wallet. “In general,” I replied. ” But you have to make money, “she was surprised.” Nothing, there are other passengers, “I answered with a smile. Without giving myself to prevail, I hugged her firmly and felt she hugged me.

“You made an old woman very happy in her last trip,” she said with tears in her eyes. I shook her hand, said goodbye and went. My new change has already begun, but I continued to be aimlessly wheezing in the city. What would it be if someone else came on a call? What if I just went without waiting? When I remember that night I think it was one of the most important lessons in my life. In our frantic fuss, we only notice the greatest moments. We always want more, faster. But I think the moments of silence, the little things are a very important part of life. We need to learn to enjoy them. You need to learn to be patient and wait before you raise the noise. Maybe then we will learn to see what is really important. “