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Postcards from Paradise #9 Random Acts of Kindness

I have no pictures today 
just a story that was passed on to me,
I'm passing on in response to 
Rebecca's Postcards from Paradise
the wishes of the story teller>

This is wonderful story and a good reminder to always be kind because everyone has something going on in their lives at some point that we're not aware of and also, some day, we may be the person needing the act of kindness. 

Cab Ride 

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. 
after waiting a few minutes
I walked to the 
door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a 
frail, elderly voice. I could hear something 
being dragged across the floor.

a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in 
her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a 
print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned 
on it, like somebody out of a 1940's 

By her side was a small nylon 
suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had 
lived in it for years. All the furniture was 
covered with sheets.

There were no 
clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils 
on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard 
box filled with photos and 

'Would you carry my bag 
out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase 
to the cab, then returned to assist the 

She took my arm and we walked 
slowly toward the curb.

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 to be

'Oh, you're such a good 
boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave 
me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive 
through downtown?'

'It's not the 
shortest way,' I answered 

'Oh, I don't mind,' she 
said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a 

I looked in the rear-view 
mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have 
any family left,' she continued in a soft 
voice.. 'The doctor says I don't have very 
long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the 

'What route would you like me 
to take?' I asked.

For the next two 
hours, we drove through the city. She showed me 
the building where she had once worked as an 
elevator operator.

We drove through the 
neighbourhood where she and her husband had lived 
when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in 
front of a furniture warehouse that had once 
been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a 

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow 
in front of a particular building or corner and 
would sit staring into the darkness, saying 

As the first hint of sun was 
creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm 
tired. Let's go now'.

We drove in 
silence to the address she had given me. It was 
a low building, like a small convalescent home, 
with a driveway that passed under a 

Two orderlies came out to 
the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were 
Solicitous and intent, watching her every move. 
They must have been expecting her.

opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to 
the door. The woman was already seated in a 

'How much do I owe you?' 
She asked, reaching into her 

'Nothing,' I 

'You have to make a living,' she 

'There are other 
passengers,' I responded.

without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She 
held onto me tightly.

'You gave an 
old woman a little moment of joy,' she 
'Thank you.'

I squeezed her 
hand, and then walked into the dim morning 
light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound 
of the closing of a life..

I didn't 
pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove 
aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that 
day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had 
gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient 
to end his shift?
if I had refused to take the run, or had honked 
once, then driven away?

On a quick 
review, I don't think that I have done anything 
more important in my life.

conditioned to think that our lives revolve 
around great moments.

But great 
moments often catch us unaware-beautifully 
wrapped in what others may consider a small 


You won't get any big surprise 
in 10 days if you send this to ten people. But, 
you might help make the world a little kinder 
and more compassionate by sending.
it on and 
reminding us that often it is the random acts of 
kindness that most benefit all of 

Thank you, my 

may not be the party we hoped for, but while we 
are here we might as well dance.

Postcards from Paradise
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miss*R said…
this, is beautiful and thankyou so much for your kind, caring words. they have helped me alot. you are an angel on earth xo
rebecca said…
lovely sue, no photographs necessary. i especially
"great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully
wrapped in what others may consider a small

so true. we all really can open doors in the hearts of those around us just simply taking the time to see, to listen, to respond.

i love you sue.
Paintdiva said…
Heart opening tale. Such small things can make such a big difference. i think we are here to be kind to one care for one another.This tale is a gift.
I have heard this story before and it grabbed me then--and now. Sometimes the absence of a photo is more powerful than when there is one because we depend on our intuition and blessed imagination.
Cheryl said…
I almost want to cry, my heart is very full at the moment. Thank you for the story. Someone helped me once. It was a very good feeling indeed to know I was being looked after. When I offered to pay the gentleman, he said,"No thanks. Just remember me in your prayers." And I have not forgotten.
Noelle Renee said…
I remember this story. It is one that everyone should read and remember. I have worked in nursing homes when I was younger and visited them when my mother was in the last year of her life. She passed in a hospice. His words," I just try to treat my passengers
the way I would want my mother to be
treated.' really spoke to me. It is a lovely story Sue.
Noelle x
jo©o said…
What an amazing story.
And so well written.
Thank you for passing it on.
Wherever you are by which part of the sea, I hope the sun shines and you are in pleasant company.
It's been ages since I last saw the sea and I don't have high hopes getting there any time soon.
Breathe deeply for me, please.
And bring home an emptied five liter water bottle full of fresh sea air.

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