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A Sweet Lesson On Patience

Note, Redza in Malaysia ( shared this with us the other day. We feel it is timely and well worth consideration. David and Celest
The long ride home

A Sweet Lesson On Patience

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90′s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940′s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’

‘Oh, you’re such a good boy,’ she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’

‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..

‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.’

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.

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.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired. Let’s go now’.

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.

‘Nothing,’ I said.

‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.

‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware – beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

(If I may add…this is also a lesson on unconditional love. Redza)
As posted by Kees (

Many Thoughts-Many Voices /

Family Curse

Family Curse

The answer that people are always searching for is to the question “what’s wrong with my life?” The real questions they should be asking themselves about are the following: was I raised to believe in truth or was I raised to believe in the illusions of truth? Was I raised to have prejudices against people of other colors? Was I religiously indoctrinated? Am I setting a good example for my family, for my friends and for myself? Do I respect the choices of others without being judgmental? Here are more questions for you to think about. Are you allowing people to learn from their mistakes and are you learning from your own mistakes? Can you see the actions of others and understand that two wrongs do not make a right?  Can you love people with the understanding that you do not have to always agree with them? Have you learned to love yourself yet? If you can not love yourself how can love another? This is how is how the generational family curse is passed on from one to another to another. If people do not learn to respect other peoples’ boundaries, then how can they expect to have their own respected? It is not about the color of skin, everyone bleeds red.

It is about how you have been taught to perceive others and how you react to your own perceptions that define you as a true human being. People should not value others more than they value themselves, yet if they have grown up in unrealistic situations that truly have no value then they can not teach their own families or even their own friends about things they themselves know nothing about. The history of the people of this planet is bias and prejudice born again and again and again. This only creates more disharmony and unhappiness and causes the gap that exists between races to widen even more.

Men and women have been battling each other since forever and their children grow up the same way. As long as this type of hatred, competition and lack of morality exist, the family curse goes on. The 99 percent is representative of all the different types of mental enslavement and physical duress that have been commonplace all over this planet since the beginning of time. But even the 99 percent can unconsciously become a magnet for many instigators and troublemakers who can care less about the principles of truth and justice. They are just what they are, troublemakers. If it were possible, which it is not, to trace the family life of each of these troublemakers, you would see that it is simply history repeating itself. The troublemakers are placed within the 99 percent by the malcontents of society who are intent on disrupting good people’s attempts for justice. The malcontents all have hidden agendas. There are many neo-Nazi’s, KKK members and every type of hate group you can imagine who are contributing overall to the family curse. So on the one hand you have the good citizens of the planet struggling valiantly to not only have their voices heard, but to establish a true democracy worldwide. On the other hand many of these individuals are being used by the very people who are the tormentors of society. The tormenters are the ones who are also aligned with the one percent, as well as with the emotionally unstable people.

People seem to need to have a hero or heroine to be the ones who create change. But if these heroes or heroines do not have the people’s best interests at heart then nothing can change except the further decimation of the human races. The curse is an all prevailing mass of thought, like a hoard of locusts let loose and consuming everything good in their path. The most difficult challenge people have today is to leave their former mental programming and start to think for themselves. What a concept. It requires work and personal responsibility and the ability and the willingness to admit you are wrong when you are. It means standing up even to your children, lovers, spouses, whoever, and saying, “just because you want to believe in those illusions does not mean I do.” Forget about trying to find truth and honesty in the media, it is a very bad joke. If you can just search your mind and clear out the junk, diffuse unjust angers and put an end to the generational curse, you can be your  own media. No, this will not be a popular stand, however one person standing in truth can begin to turn the tide.

The curse has been a continuous case of pattern making. Change is not static nor is it repetitious, but it does require work. Everybody wants to say they walk their walk, yeah right. The problem is they don’t walk their talk.

The family curse is an insidious infection. Everybody wants their children to grow up and be better and do more than they themselves have done. How can the children do that if their minds are not educated in truth sans illusions and understand the harsh reality that this is not a perfect world? It has been a long time since the teachers have taught the children to think for themselves and even longer since many parents have taught by example.

To nonviolently stand up for yourself is a scary proposition for most people. Yet if the people don’t do it, who will?

We suggest that you consider the curse as the “majority” and “change” as the true minority. There is nothing wrong with being a minority unless you are part of the one percent.

There is not a culture or a class distinction on this planet that is exempt from the family curse. The beat just goes on and on and on. If you are wondering how you can create change we can give you the simple answer. You create change by becoming a part of change. Just remember, this may not be a popular stance to take but other people will see or hear about it when you start doing it. And in time the family curse will be exorcised. Are you up for this challenge? We are.

(Note: there may be more than one posting on this topic)

Celest and David
The Time to Know is Now /


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