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THE CAB RIDE

The Cab Ride When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked 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 1940s 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 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. '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 reat moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one. PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, ~BUT~THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.

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Unsu...
 
February 9, 2007
LovePot is Awesome! She's one fun woman to hang out with,
and has alot of wisdom to share! Her beauty extends beyond
the stars and lives in the hearts of all those she cares for.
She is a great friend whom I treasure!
November 8, 2006
Oh Love Pot, how I love our friendship! You keep me thinking......and you're beautiful inside and out!

Keep Shining Rusty!
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I don't like lots of cigarette smoke. Nor perfume. I like to swim. I love hottubs and steamrooms. Weather? 80 degrees and up during the day, sunny, and night times and winters above 60. I enjoy being a Reiki Master and being in Circle with fellow healers and Womyn. Steamy sex, cuddling and hot flirting is fun. Classes, I like taking classes. And I don't enjoy being around people who continuously talk at others without their permission. And folks who drink alot and then get super-loud, that annoys me. I guess that might bother everybody. Playing in the hot sun is a fabulous high.
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Sat, January 3, 2009 - 3:36 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
Kuumba (Creativity)!

To do always as much as we can, in the way we can, in order to leave our community more beautiful and beneficial than we inherited it.
Wed, December 31, 2008 - 6:31 AM permalink - 0 comments
 
UJIMA!

Ujima (ooh-GEE-mah) means "collective work and responsibility". On this day we celebrate working together in the community to
help others. For Ujima, we pledge to rebuild our communities and to help our people solve our own problems by working together to do it. Dance will be amazing today!
Sun, December 28, 2008 - 5:41 AM permalink - 0 comments
 
She's close to a year and a half, walking, laughing, spreading joy, reminding me of my baby Michael. Today she had her head opened to removed something not needed. She's doing well, teaching me lessons at every moment.
Mon, December 15, 2008 - 10:30 AM permalink - 0 comments
 
Happy to be Brian's friend! :) Happy today to him!!! May he hang with us for eternity!
Thu, December 11, 2008 - 9:59 AM permalink - 0 comments
 
96 mazda protege need some help.
Thu, August 21, 2008 - 12:35 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
So, i flew back, so I'm "back..." my body is here. I am slowly coming back. Huge experiences take time to absorb, work through, discard pieces, etc... Learning more about patience with myself, about lonliness, about joy and compassion, about hurt and fear.
Tue, August 5, 2008 - 11:47 AM permalink - 1 comment
 
yeah, at least physically.
Tue, July 29, 2008 - 1:54 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
Seeking "free lawyer" to help get child support for son who turned 18, is still in school, etc.
Fri, July 25, 2008 - 4:13 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
never ending learning... noticing what I need, mostly what I don't need. How do I get what I need? It's spirtitual, not of this earth. Understanding beyond the knid we do with our brain, beyond what our hearts can say, beyond what our bodies know.

Fear, what can I do with it? Other than fear it...
Thu, July 17, 2008 - 8:03 AM permalink - 1 comment
 
Alone and scared... that was then, now is now... feeling the same, visiting the dark places I ran from, had to run from... reminding myself I am an "adult," which, of course means little, but something.
Tue, July 15, 2008 - 4:02 AM permalink - 2 comments
 
Who am I?
Thu, May 22, 2008 - 1:27 PM permalink - 1 comment
 
THE CAB RIDE

When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window.

Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away.

But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

So I walked 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 1940s 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 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. '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.

PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID,
~BUT~THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.

You won't get any big surprise in 11 days if you send this to eleven people. But, you might help make the world a little kinder and more
compassionate by sending it on.

LIFE MAY NOT BE THE PARTY WE HOPED FOR, BUT WHILE WE ARE HERE WE MIGHT AS WELL DANCE!
Sat, April 26, 2008 - 11:59 AM permalink - 0 comments
 
Kinkfest, finally! I missed it last yr, and the year before was amazing. Spirituality, learning, experimenting, expanding, yeah...
Wed, March 26, 2008 - 3:34 PM permalink - 1 comment
 
Amazing. Edie's fabulous work made our communites once again connect! We are changing the world, and it's parties like this that keep affirming that. Thank you!
Mon, February 25, 2008 - 2:34 PM permalink - 1 comment
 
... this love thing. Actually consciously opening up. So, it's not the love that' difficult. Nor the opening up. Something about the changes that happen, the unknown.

Unrequieted love. Yet another subject.
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Tue, December 25, 2007 - 7:30 PM permalink - 2 comments
 
... to all the Love that is.

... to Me.

... to You.

Come to Me. Exciting, scary,... safe.

I have Now.

We have now.
Sat, December 22, 2007 - 8:10 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
... yet it (patience) seems to be vital, in addition to some other things I seem not to be familiar with. Just loving and being open and caring is not enough, I know. Still looking for the other ingredients. :)
Mon, December 17, 2007 - 4:02 PM permalink - 1 comment
 
Wonder what happened. They have to rebuild the "man" at Burningman. How sad... What's the lesson?
Wed, August 29, 2007 - 1:08 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
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lol (blog entry) just to crack a smile...
blog entry posted Sat, January 3, 2009 - 3:36 PM permalink - 0 comments
Habari gani? (blog entry) Kuumba (Creativity)!

To do always as much as we can, in the way we can, in order to leave our community more beautiful and beneficial than we inherited it.
blog entry posted Wed, December 31, 2008 - 6:31 AM permalink - 0 comments
Habari gani? (blog entry) UJIMA!

Ujima (ooh-GEE-mah) means "collective work and responsibility". On this day we celebrate working together in the community to
help others. For Ujima, we pledge to rebuild our communities and to help our people solve our own problems by... read more
blog entry posted Sun, December 28, 2008 - 5:41 AM permalink - 0 comments
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Having a young friend (blog entry) She's close to a year and a half, walking, laughing, spreading joy, reminding me of my baby Michael. Today she had her head opened to removed something not needed. She's doing well, teaching me lessons at every moment.
blog entry posted Mon, December 15, 2008 - 10:30 AM permalink - 0 comments
Global Orgasm for Peace ( events » community ) Welcome to the 3rd Annual
Global Orgasm for Peace

Mark Your Calendars
This year we’re synchronizing in the two-hour period around
the Solstice, which falls on Sunday December 21 at 12.04 p.m.
(four minutes after noon) Greenwich Mean Time... read more
event starts - $event.startTime
NYE party with Jai Ganesh at Nia Space Dance Temple 7-3 ( events » community ) Jai Ganesh: Invoking the Remover of Obstacles
Nia Space Dance Temple (918 SW Yamhill)
7PM (12/31/08) - 3PM (1/1/09)

Tickets and more info: www.belovedpresents.com (under construction... visit again next week)

Limited Capacity. Buy tickets ... read more
event starts - $event.startTime
It's our friend Brian's birthday! (blog entry) Happy to be Brian's friend! :) Happy today to him!!! May he hang with us for eternity!
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