I think I mentioned we were going on vacation. Well we did, and we’re back, and we had a wonderful time. We’ve been home over a month, and I’m still reliving parts of the trip – there’s one thing that has popped into my mind over and over.
When we left Paris, we planned to take a cab to the airport. We arrived at the cab stand early during rush hour traffic and no cabs, no cabs anywhere. It didn’t take too long for me to start to panic because it was getting late. Then, we see a cab stopped at a signal. David runs into traffic to grab the cab and he waves me over. I am feeling such a sense of relief and then notice there is a woman sitting in the back seat. She motions me in and says, “you will never catch a cab at this time of day so share this cab with me.” I say, “thank you so much” and of course we want to pay for the cab and she says in perfect English with her lovely accent, “no no, I’ll pay for my share.” My first instinct was to be emphatic about paying for the whole fare but I didn’t, I accepted her gracious offer. It felt wonderful to be able to depend on the kindness of strangers. I’ve thought of her kindness and generosity over and over and every time it makes me smile.