Benjie, the cab driver ( part I )
A normal working day is coming to an end and then a meaningful encounter with a man named Benjie will cut you off in the chase of time.
I boarded a taxi on my way home and a grey haired old man with thick eyeglasses and what seems to me a weary and tired smile welcomed me as I entered the cab. A few minutes on the road and we're caught-up in a heavy traffic. The man rested his head on his window seat and uttered how unbearable it is being caught in a still.
I cannot exactly recall how it all begun, how Benjie narrated to me the poignant story of his life, not as a cab driver but as a father in desperate bid to carry on with his heavy laiden life. This may be another story to tell but it's gift of inspiration, a momentary push to look back and reflect at our own lives and realize how fortunate we already are and drive you to carry-on with a life full of gratitude.
I boarded a taxi on my way home and a grey haired old man with thick eyeglasses and what seems to me a weary and tired smile welcomed me as I entered the cab. A few minutes on the road and we're caught-up in a heavy traffic. The man rested his head on his window seat and uttered how unbearable it is being caught in a still.
I cannot exactly recall how it all begun, how Benjie narrated to me the poignant story of his life, not as a cab driver but as a father in desperate bid to carry on with his heavy laiden life. This may be another story to tell but it's gift of inspiration, a momentary push to look back and reflect at our own lives and realize how fortunate we already are and drive you to carry-on with a life full of gratitude.
2 Comments:
aaaaah....this is beginning to sound like chicken soup. Hehehe. Carry on dude, wanna hear the story! :-)
aaaaah....this is beginning to sound like chicken soup. Hehehe. Carry on dude, wanna hear the story! :-)
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