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The last cab ride

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The last cab ride Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. One time I arrived in the middle of the night for a pick up at a building that was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would honk once or twice, 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. I walked to the door and knocked. After a long  pause, the door opened. A small woman  in her   80’s  stood before me. She was wearing a print dress. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All furniture was covered. There were no utensils on the counters. I took the suitcase to the cab, and then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm. She kept thanking me for my kindness. “It’s nothing,” I told her. “I just try to treat my passengers the w