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Twenty years ago, I drove a taxi for a living. One night I went to pick
up a passenger at 2:30 a.m. When I arrived to collect, I saw a small woman in
her eighties standing before me. I took the suitcase to the car, and then
returned to help the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the
car. She kept thanking me for my kindness. "It's nothing," I told
her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother
treated."
"Oh, you're such a good man." She said. When we got into the
taxi, she gave me an address, and then asked, "Could you drive through
downtown?"
"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.
"Oh, I'm in no hurry," she said. "I'm on my way to a
hospice (临终医院). I don't have any family left. The doctor says I don't have very
long time." I quietly shut off the meter (计价器). For the next two
hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once
worked, the neighborhood where she had lived. Sometimes she asked me to slow
down in front of a special building and would sit staring into the darkness,
saying nothing. At dawn, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go
now." We drove in silence to the address she had given me.
"How much shall I give you?" she asked.
"Nothing," I said.
"You have to make a living," she answered. "Oh, there are
other passengers," I answered. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave
her a hug. She held onto me tightly and said, "You gave an old woman a
little moment of happiness."