On second thought….
A tired New York cab driver’s shift had just ended, and he was headed back to the dispatch office, when he saw a man vying for his attention. He stopped and told the man that his shift had just ended, but then he got to feeling guilty about it.
I’ll let the cab-driver tell you about it, because listening to the tug of his conscience, led to a surprising reward:
“So get this. I’m driving down Park Avenue one day and this guy waves for me, so I pull over and I ask him where he’s going. He tells me 74th street, and I tell him that’s too far for me, because my shift just ended, so he says ‘thanks anyway’ and walks away. But then I think about it, and I start feeling bad for the guy, cause hey– I got a conscience.
So I call him back to the cab and tell him to hop in. And he gets in the car all excited, all animated, and he’s talking about all these things. But he’s got his cap pulled down way over his eyes, so I can’t see who it is. But pretty soon I start to recognize his voice. And when we get to a light, I turn to him, and I look him in the eye, and I scream: “WIIIIIIILLLSSSSSOOOOOOON!!!” And that really got him.
He started laughing hard. He sees that I’ve got this Ferrari hat on, and a Ferrari shirt too, so he starts calling me ‘Mr. Ferrari.’ The whole ride, he keeps calling me ‘Mr. Ferrari.’ So after we get to his destination, we snap a quick photo, and he goes on his way. And I think that’s it. But that’s not it, cause get this.
Over the next few weeks, I just happen to randomly pick up people that know him. People who have acted with him before, people who work with him. And every time, I tell them: ‘Tell Mr. Hanks that Mr. Ferrari says ‘hello.'” Every time I say that.
Then one day I’m driving, and I get a text from one of the people that I’d driven, and it says: ‘Mr. Hanks wants to invite you to see his Broadway show.’ So I bring my lady to the show, and we get to go backstage and everything, and after the show, we’re waiting for him in his dressing room, and he walks in and screams: ‘Mr. Ferrari!’ Can you believe that story? And you wanna know the craziest thing? The name of his show was ‘Lucky Guy.’ How crazy is that? Cause that was me. A lucky guy!”
I’m not one who thinks of the guy in this story as “lucky” I think he was blessed by listening to his conscience, that G-d given voice that we all have inside that will tell us what to do if we will only listen to it. I believe that today, with all of the “ME” thinking, and all of the technology we have, we do the spiritual equivalent of sticking our fingers in our ears and yelling “La la la la”. Maybe we need to listen-up folks.
Shared from www.happyplace.com and Humans of New York.