Love & The Cabbie

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Love and the Cabbie

by: Art Buchwald, Source Unknown

I was in New York the other day and rode with a friend in a taxi. When

we got out, my friend said to the driver, " Thank you for the ride. You

did a superb job of driving. "

The Taxi driver was stunned for a second. Then he said, " Are you a

wise guy or something? "

" No, my dear man, and I'm not putting you on. I admire the way you

keep cool in heavy traffic. "

" Yeah, " the driver said and drove off.

" What was that all about? " I asked.

" I am trying to bring love back to New York, " he said. " I believe it's

the only thing that can save the city. "

" How can one man save New York? "

" It's not only one man. I believe I have made that taxi driver's day.

Suppose he has 20 fares. He's going to be nice to those 20 fares

because someone was nice to him. Those fares in turn will be kinder to

their employees or shopkeepers or waiters or even their own families.

Eventually the goodwill could spread to at least 1,000 people. Now

that isn't bad, is it? "

" But you're depending on that taxi driver to pass your goodwill to

others. "

" I'm not depending on it, " my friend said. " I'm aware that the system

isn't foolproof so I might deal with ten different people today. If

out of ten I can make three happy, then eventually I can indirectly

influence the attitudes of 3,000 more. "

" It sounds good on paper, " I admitted, " but I'm not sure it works in

practice. "

" Nothing is lost if it doesn't. It didn't take any of my time to tell

that man he was doing a good job. He neither received a larger tip nor

a smaller tip. If it fell on deaf ears, so what? Tomorrow there will

be another taxi driver I can try to make happy.

" You're some kind of a nut, " I said.

" That shows how cynical you have become. I have made a study of this.

The thing that seems to be lacking, besides the money of course, for

our postal employees, is that no one tells people who work for the

post office what a good job they're doing. "

" But they're not doing a good job. "

" They're not doing a good job because they feel no one cares if they

do or not. Why shouldn't someone say a kind word to them? "

We were walking past a structure in the process of being built and

passed five workmen eating lunch. My friend stopped. " That's a

magnificent job you men have done. It must have been difficult and

dangerous work. "

The workmen eyed my friend suspiciously.

" When will it be finished? "

" June, " a man grunted.

" Ah. That's very impressive. You must all be very proud. "

We walked away. I said to him, " I haven't seen anyone like you since

The Man From La Mancha. "

" When those men digest my words, they will feel better for it. Somehow

the city will benefit from their happiness. "

" But you can't do this alone! " I protested. " You're just one man. "

" The most important thing is not to get discouraged. Making people in

the city become kind is not an easy job, but if I enlist other people

in my campaign... "

" You just winked at a very plain-looking woman, " I said.

" Yes, I know, " he replied. " And if she's a schoolteacher, her class

will be in for a fantastic day. "