Norah and Dan
Posted by hopingandpraying (Member # 9256) on :
We need more kindness like this and respect for the elderly in the world. What a great place it would be!
Thanks, Tutu.
Posted by cbb (Member # 788) on :
What a touching story! The world needs more Norahs to show love and conern.
My great granddaughter is a year old. It would be wonderful if she could grow up to be like Norah.
Tutu, thanks so much for sharing this heartwarming story. I'll definitely pass it along.
Posted by hiker53 (Member # 6046) on :
Brings tears to me eyes. My parents are 89 and 93 and I don't live in the same town. I always hope the young are kind to them.
Posted by steve1906 (Member # 16206) on :
Lymetoo, Now that I stopped crying, thank you for posting this. I taught all my kids to have respect for everyone, and to help anyone in need, and they do....
Maybe I can make you cry with this one!!!
A Touching Story From a Taxi Driver You'll Never Forget
This amazing story was originally posted on Facebook. It is a touching lesson on being patient - you HAVE to read it, it'll change how you think.
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.
Steve
Posted by Tincup (Member # 5829) on :
Gee, thanks guys. Got me crying this morning and again now!
When the 911 disasters were fresh in our minds, many people I met seemed as if they cared about others and were noticeably friendly and good in their hearts.
I kind of get that sort of feeling back when reading these stories.
Wish we all could get that warm feeling back and keep it without having disasters taking us there.
Posted by Rumigirl (Member # 15091) on :
The story of Norah and Dan is beyond beautiful, I couldn't read it enough times!!
The taxi driver's story is similarly beautiful. Yes, why can't we all be like this with each other all the time, not just when we have a disaster, as TC said?
I am so aware of these moments. And more and more so now.
Posted by dogmom2 (Member # 23822) on :
so beautiful!, time to go get the kleenex
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
I'm so happy you guys enjoyed the story. (Sorry if it made you cry, but crying is good for us too!)
It's just too beautiful not to share. Reminds me of the little boy who lived next door to an elderly man (in MN).. The man had to move to an assisted living later, but the boy still comes to visit him.
If you are on Facebook, please share. Otherwise, share through an email. We need to pass along the love!
(Steve, yes...that's another great story!!)
Posted by randibear (Member # 11290) on :
waaaaaa..sniffsnifff...
and to think the last words my sister said to dad she was yelling at him....and she often yelled at my mom.
its the whatda, shoulda, coulda, woulda, that gets us.
thank god I never did yell. we must live with ourselves and our regrets all our lives.
Posted by Pebbles (Member # 43614) on :
Such a beautiful story. That's what it's all about. <3
Posted by Tincup (Member # 5829) on :
Poor Youtube. They try so hard to figure out what to recommend for me because I am all over the charts with what I watch and listen to.
Actually makes me laugh cause they have to strain their brain to come up with something to recommend.
Today they had this one picked out for me, but not being a game showy type person I was really hesitating. Glad I watched it.
Totally amazing. Hope you enjoy it too. Let me know what you think.
Are you kidding me, that girl, (12) is going a long way! I often have chills throughout my entire body, this video made them much worse, in a good way. We’ll be seeing here in the near future for years to come.
Thanks, Steve
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Erling just passed away .. the man in the story I mentioned above. (the one in Minnesota) So sorry to hear this.
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Posted by Rumigirl (Member # 15091) on :
Well, Norah loved him all up to ease his journey to his beloved! What a deep, loving soul she is, at 4 years old no less.
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
I finally had time to watch the Erling and Emmett story (Part 2, if you will)... such a sweet ending. I won't forget either one of them anytime soon.
