I had one of, if not the weirdest conversation in a cab the other day.
It is very common for someone to ask me which ethnic group I belong to. It is also very common to be asked what religion I practise. What was unusual was the cab driver asked me to pray for him so he could continue to live drug and law-breaking free.
The cab driver was in his forties, I think. He shared a very touching testimonial about how he found a new meaning in his life. As I sit in the cab and listen to his story, I wonder why our path crossed. I could have taken one of the other many cabs right?
I sat in the cab smiling to myself and accept the “hint” with an open heart.
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