« on: 2017-10-19, 08:17:54 »
A short story. He didn’t have the normal habit of picking up hitch hikers. One day he was asked by someone for a ride. She was young, he could tell. She was probably old enough to know better. But, driving a taxi self-employed really helps with the bills. She sat in the backseat. She said her name was Pam, and that everyone told her that she looked just like her mother. The man didn’t find anything strange and he proceeded to enter the GPS codes for her destination. She kept mostly to herself, but somehow would talk to herself and ended up starting small talk. “You you’re young enough to be my daughter actually. She 16. I also have a teenage boy. “ she said, “I am seeing my brothers and sisters, in a very very long time. Not since the funeral anyway.“
He knew from years of working in insurance and now less than a year as a taxi driver, that people said certain things out of necessity, and not necessarily looking for a response. He thought to himself this must be one of those moments. And insurance anyway that question is usually followed up with the words “please sign here.”
They were about halfway there, and it was a nice day so she rolled down the window and lit a cigarette. He noticed that she crossed her legs like a lady and she must have rushed her make up this morning, but she was very careful with her bags which seem to be a bit over stuff as though they were rushed. Like she was leaving somewhere quickly or was rapidly headed nowhere.He thought to himself, gosh she’s too young to be a runaway. But I guess I’m going to have to get used to that, comes with the territoryCan’t get to curious or inquisitive nowCan we“Where are you headed? Such a nice young girl like you must have somewhere very important to go.”
She looked up from her purse, and for a moment first there was blank, but then she smiles. She leaned back looked out the window, blew out the smoke and gently said just enough just loud enough so he could hear “you’re very nice.”
So you politely waited, because in his experience this is usually where the rubber hits the road. “Things just ain’t been the same since my mom died. We just got back from the funeral. I don’t know what I’m going to do, I need to find work, I got no place to go right now. But I’ll be all right I’m going to my aunts house right now and everything going to be OK my mama always said. Period. “I’m very sorry for your loss. And for a moment you know I can tell you’re such a nice young girl, you are going to be OK. You just keep a positive outlook and God will lead you in the right direction. Actually your mother is with you and what you learn from her you will keep with you and move on forward with your life and she will watch over you and protect you God bless. He wanted to himself why he said so much, but he felt for the girls. And this is something that no one should have to deal with at such a young age. But he wondered if it was inappropriate, and nevertheless he could tell she was pleased. She sat back rolled up the window and relaxed. For a moment those words must have run true she was going to be OK.
The strangest thing in the world happened next. The reason for me telling you this story, is not to relate because find words of a lonely taxi driver who after a nasty divorce with his wife has not been able to see his teenage daughter for quite some time. Due to the attorneys fees he lost his job. Due to the bills he’s going through bankruptcy. But you know what someone told him you’re going to be OK. So he shared that wisdom with the young girl. They were just a few blocks away from their destination.
“Thank you sis, sir. You were very kind I really do appreciate all your help and you toohave a blessed day.
This is the moment when it happens. The young girl, Pam, gets out of the car because she has some bags in the trunk. Bill the taxi driver exit because he wants to help her with the bags out of the trunk. That’s his job. When you open the truck he notices the young girl he notices for outfits he notices her face. And that’s when he feels somerhing coming over his body. It’s not fear, it’s not surprise, but it’s a strange familiarity. The kind of familiarity you feel when you haven’t seen someone For a very long time, and a sudden rush of Familia familiar feelings and memories and experiences come to you. But here’s the stranger part, he never knew this girl from anywhere. But when you look at her face, she looks 20 years older, maybe 25 years older, maybe 30 years older. Something about her make up, something about her hair. He looked into her eyes and what he saw was not a little girl, but an older woman. a mother who lost her child.
”Thabk you, and goodbye.”