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History of New York Taxi Driver

One of the New York taxi drivers wrote on his Facebook page:

I came to the address and picked up. After a few minutes, I swallowed again. Since it was supposed to be my last flight, I thought about leaving, but instead I parked my car, approached the door and knocked... “A minute,” the fragile, elderly woman’s voice replied. I heard something dragging on the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A 90-year-old girl was standing in front of me. She was wearing a sitze dress and a hat with a whaling, as if it were from the 1940s movies. There was a small suitcase next to her. The apartment looked like no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with blankets. There were no clocks on the walls, no clothes on the shelves. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photographs and glass dishes.
“Would you help me take my suitcase into the car?” She said. I took my suitcase into the car and then went back to help the woman. She took my hand and we slowly moved towards the car.
She continued to thank me for my kindness. “It’s nothing,” I told her, “I’m just trying to treat my passengers the way I want them to treat my mother.”
“You’re such a good boy,” she said. When we got into the car, she gave me the address and then asked, “Could you go through the city center?“”
“It’s not the shortest way,” I replied quickly.
“Oh, I don’t mind,” she said, “I am not in a hurry. I’m going to the hospice...”
I looked in the back mirror. Her eyes were shining. “My family has long been gone,” she continued in a quiet voice, “the doctor says I don’t have much time left.”
I quietly stretched out my hand and turned off the counter.
“Which route would you like to go?” I asked.
For the next two hours, we walked through the city. She showed me the building where she used to work as an elevator.
We walked through the area where she and her husband lived when they were newlyweds. She showed me a furniture warehouse that was once a dance hall where she was engaged when she was a little girl.
Sometimes she asked me to slow down in front of a particular building or street and sat down in the dark without saying anything.
Later she suddenly said, “I’m tired, maybe we’ll go now.”
We walked in silence to the address she gave me. It was a low building, something like a small sanatorium, with an entrance path along a large portico.
Two doctors approached the car as soon as we arrived. They were careful and helped her out. They must have been waiting for her. I opened the trunk and put a small suitcase in the door. She was already sitting in a wheelchair.
“How much do I owe you?” She asked me to bring a bag.
“Not a few,” I said.
“You have to make a living,” she replied.
“There are other passengers,” I replied.
Almost without thinking, I leaned and hugged her, she held me tight.
“You gave the old lady a little happiness,” she said, “Thank you.”
I squeezed her hand and then left... Behind my back the door closed, it was the sound of closing another book of life...
I did not take any more passengers on the way back. I went where my eyes looked, immersed in my thoughts. For the rest of the day, I could barely talk. What if this woman was caught by an angry driver, or one who was impatient to finish her shift? What if I refused to fulfill her request, or after a couple of times, I then left?
In the end, I would like to say that I have never done anything more important in my life. We are taught to think that our lives revolve around great moments, but the great moments often catch us astonished, beautifully wrapped in what others may consider small things.

Do not sit in the entrance, do not spit in the elevator, do not throw garbage past the urn, drive according to the rules, give up a seat in public transport, do not give up and take a bribe, do not get drunk, respect your history and culture - and you will not notice how you will find yourself in a civilized state.

Olga: Did you see the candidate of Upyr Roman Yuryevich?
Olga: "Upyr is elected to Irkutsk parliament"
Anna: Ahahahah!!!!! to
Anna: O Lord
In the voice!
I am at work.
You can tell it to everyone. :)
I have two heroes of my youth.
Olga: Roman Yuryevich here and again Boršč Sergey Vasilyevich
Olga: code name "Borst at the meeting"
Anna the poor!
Olga: and about the latter periodically have to write
Olga: "reclamed to journalists Boršt"
Anna: I always knew that journalists can’t do without cocaine!
Not life, but a conversation with holes.

"wow: no-no-no – remember the cricket, the U.S.
Democracy always came after the slave-owned system!..."

Democracy in the Greeks did not come after the slave-owning system, but it coincided perfectly with it in time. As in the United States, by the way.

From Habr:
That's why I love the hubr so it's because you start reading about the IR sensors, and you end up with the technique of cleaning the toilet with an erchic!

There were no other women in Russia.

I decided to go out behind the comp in a few centuries and walk. I live in Kamchatka so the sunny day is a great reason to quit the computer. I come to the stop and see a girl, 20 years old, all of herself (typical blonde), hair under her shoulders, heels, shorts, a maid, all in golden rings, rubies pink and talking on the phone. I have to say something attracted me to it. Toli looks beautiful, toli breasts of the third size... Well, it doesn’t matter. From the conversation I learned that her name was Tina, which made me smile a little. Here, her second phone rings and she tells her girlfriend that her grandmother is calling and putting on the phone. Answers the call (the phone is loud, so you can hear the whole dialogue) and let you think? Her grandmother says that her recipe is more delicious than the one that her grandmother cooked and asks this blonde for a recipe for her cabbage cabbage! And then the grandmother asked what was going on with her computer and how to repair it and this girl wrote out everything to do no worse than a professional computer worker! What to say, I fell in love instantly.
That’s how, guys, throw off the compass more often.

In our country, everything is simple. If you can’t stand for yourself, you have to sit for yourself.

The sport. Bubble is blowing billions.
Behind every improvement in the result there are huge backs for studying nutrition, regimen and more.
Why am I?
If vegetarianism really were so offensive, then all athletes would be vegetarian.

In the world of cats there is no such notion - sleeping.

Was she surprised this time?
And as always. I went to get an autograph from that fool. And he worshiped and worshipped: I only give for mines. And she’s in response, thoughtfully, like this: Figevo you heaven on the autograph session. Men get there too.
and ahaha! The smart!! to
The director of the group was still there. He gave it to her and gave it to Mike. It is now called a trophy.