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| 20 years ago, I drove a cab 1 a living. One time I arrived in the middle of the night for a pickup at a building that was dark 2 a single light in a ground floor window. After a long pause, a small woman in her 80's stood before me. "Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took her small suitcase to the cab, and then returned to 3 the woman. She kept thanking me for my kindness. " It's nothing." I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the 4 I would want my mother treated." "Riverside Street, please. But 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 5 . I am on my way to a hospice." I looked in the back view mirror. Her eyes were full of 6 . "I don't have any family 7 ." She continued. "The 8 says I don't have very long." While we were driving through the city, she showed me the building where she had once worked. Sometimes she asked me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would 9 into the darkness, saying 10 . Not until the first ray of the sun 11 up the sky did we get to the address she had given me. " How much do I 12 you?" she asked. " Nothing," I said. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She 13 onto me tightly, saying "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy." Then she walked into the hospice. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the 14 of a life. I don't pick up any more passengers for the rest of the day. I drove 15 , lost in thought. 16 I had refused to take the run? On a quick 17 , I don't think I have done anything more 18 in my life. We are conditioned to think that our lives 19 on great moments. But great moments often catch us 20 ----beautifully hidden in what others may consider a small one. | ||||
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