I'm a fifty-year-old taxi driver and I've been working as it for thirty years. Even if I have met so many people, there is one who impressed me most.
One midnight in my first year, I was called to pick1up. The building was completely 2except for one light in a window as I arrived and parked my car at the side of the street. I walked to the door and 3. After along wait, the door opened. A small woman in her 80s stood in front of me4a small suitcase.
"Would you carry my suitcase out to the car?" she said. I took 5and gave her my arm. We walked 6to the street. She kept thanking me for taking care of her weak legs.
"It's nothing." I told her." I try to treat my passengers 7 I want my mother treated."
"You are such a good boy," she said. When we got in the taxi, she gave me an address. Then she asked," Could you drive through the downtown?
"It's not the shortest way, so it will be 8." I answered.
"I don't mind." she said." I'm in no hurry and money is useless for me. I'm on my way to a hospice*."
I saw her eyes shining with tears.
"I don t have any family left," she continued." the doctor says l don't have very long."
I quietly 9 the meter*. For 10, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived. Sometimes she asked me to just slow down while she was staring into the darkness.
When the sun was coming up, she suddenly said," I'm tired. Let's go now." We drove in11to the hospice, saying nothing. When we pulled up, two nurses were. 12us. They helped her into a wheelchair.
"How much do 1 owe*you?" she asked me, reaching for her 13.
"Nothing," I said. Without thinking, I leaned down and gave her a hug. She also14, me tightly. 15 years passed, this old lady kept showing in my mind. I wonder how she was then, but I will never know.
