"Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today."
still my favorite version. remember profiles?!
when profiles equals our identity LOL and if they’re single or not. it was our facebook.
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As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival)
A sweet lesson on patience.
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After 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 movie.
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 glassware.
‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
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 treated.’
‘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 quickly..
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.
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 meter.
‘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 neighborhood 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 girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
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 portico.
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.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.
‘Nothing,’ I said
‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.
‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.
Almost 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 said. ‘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? What 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.
We’re 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 one.
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It’s out of my control.
I think I need to do something crazy, big, drastic..something different.
While driving home earlier tonight, something overcame me & everything-past to present to future- just flashed before my eyes. It was like..I’m stuck.
I’m trying my best to do good in school, work 2 jobs, make my boss and co-workers happy. But for what?
Why am I constantly being blamed for what I do? Heck, I do more work than all 3-4 of you in your 8 hour shifts in my 4 hour shifts. Wtheck? I don’t understand. If you all are going to talk sht behind my back about the “night crew,” which consist of ME.. then I shouldn’t be working hard at all. I should be standing around, talking, and not doing my job like the rest of you.
I come in. You all leave. I work on jobs/projects. I deal with customers. I make sure all of YOUR jobs/projects are done..that should be done within your 8 hour shifts. And I clean. And how long do I get? That’s right, I complete ALL OF THAT WITHIN 4 FCKING HOURS!!!!!
So, today my boss was getting on my case about how I work 8 hours per week, yes, 4 hours a day, 2 days a week. I don’t need this job, I just like getting paid every 2 weeks versus waiting a month to get paid from my SECOND JOB..which I get paid double the amount for doing 90% less work. So, I can quit this stupid job, but I like what I do. I like working with paper, printing, binding, etc.
For one, look and listen to your other employees closer. Look at what they do. See that? Nothing. They don’t do sht but talk and talk about ME.. at how I can’t finish their jobs, which they had all day to finish. How the hell are they going to say that I’m not DOING MY JOB?! Well, you know what? Fck you, fck all of you. Fck you for saying I don’t do sht. Fck you for saying I don’t get sht done. Fck you for not doing your jobs.
I would record myself at work if I have to. But you know what? I’m not. You know why? Because I have nothing to prove to you. I go to work, I do what I have to do, and go home.
I don’t go to work to please you. Stop acting selfish and open your fcking eyes and look around. Look at your other employees; look at the work they do. Do they finish any jobs? No, I don’t think so. You know how I know? BECAUSE THEY LEAVE IT FOR ME TO FINISH THAT NIGHT!!!!
I’m done. Done with all the bullsht, done with the sht talking, done with the fact that I don’t do sht. Stay at work with me and see for yourself before you all start running your mouths.
