The Cab Ride I’ll Never Forget
September 29, 2008 · Print This Article
Via Zen Moments, and Dooce, a great story from the author of Letters To My Son, Kent Nerburn. A great read to remind you about the little moments and deeds that make all the difference:
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.
The Cab Ride I’ll Never Forget | Zen Moments
If you’re a dad and you haven’t read Letters to My Son, you should check it out.




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