I just landed at LaGuardia and ran out to the taxi line so I could get home to my beloved Manhattan. Unfortunately, there were about twenty-five people also on line—and no taxis. Seriously. None.
The wind was heavy, snow was falling, and the air was freezing. Brrrrrr!
People were getting pissed off.
The girl in front of me started talking to herself out loud. “Are you f**king kidding me with this?” she said. “How can there be no taxis. This is f**king ridiculous.”
The guy behind me was on his cell phone talking to a friend. “It’s so cold. There are no taxis. I’m hungry. Dude, I don’t know what to do right now. There are SO many people ahead of me.”
Fifteen minutes went by. One cab rolled up. At the front of the line was an earnest-looking man sporting a white beard and a cane. As he placed his luggage in the trunk, I realized what I had to do.
“Sir!” I called out.
He turned around.
“Where are you heading?”
“Midtown,” he replied.
“I need to go to the Upper East Side. You mind if I ride with you. I’ll pay for the cab.”
“Come on, son,” he said while waving his cane in the air.
I politely stepped around all of the other people in front of me and introduced myself.
“Here we go, Joe.”
The ride into the city was awesome. Joe’s a father of two from South Bend, Indiana. He’s visiting Manhattan for an environmental engineering conference.
We talked about how much he adores his wife and absolutely loves what he does for a living. His son works for Sprint and loves technology. His daughter will be celebrating her 40th birthday party on Friday in Indianapolis. He’ll be there, of course.
I snapped a photo of us before I hopped out and said goodbye.
The point: when people are doing the things they love, they’re better for the world. Sometimes, they share their cab with a stranger. Sometimes, they pay for a stranger’s cab. But they always get out of the cold and head to wherever they need to go, safely. Together.
Here. We. Go.