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It Takes a Village

“As a taxi driver you never know who you’re picking up next.  She must have been in her 30s, she was very tearful, she’d been visiting her dad at the hospital, she said that he only had another couple of days maybe. She just had to go home and get a shower, she’d be coming back again.  Sometimes you get the nice feeling that you’ve helped somebody a little, just by providing an ear. Sometimes people are comforted that real life is going on, the wheels of the taxis are turning and the world goes on, and everything isn’t coming to an end.”  Tony, Taxi Driver
“As a taxi driver you never know who you’re picking up next. She must have been in her 30s, she was very tearful, she’d been visiting her dad at the hospital, she said that he only had another couple of days maybe. She just had to go home and get a shower, she’d be coming back again. Sometimes you get the nice feeling that you’ve helped somebody a little, just by providing an ear. Sometimes people are comforted that real life is going on, the wheels of the taxis are turning and the world goes on, and everything isn’t coming to an end.” Tony, Taxi Driver
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