Some of the most interesting conversations I have had in this city were with the taxi drivers at 2 in the morning coming home from a long day's work waitressing at Wine and Roses. After working there 3-4x a week for almost two years, I have met many different taxi drivers in this city. They told me stories of their families, the trials of being a taxi driver in NYC, and their day lives. I listened. It was my favorite way to end the day's work. They told me stories of...
Freedom..
Dance..
and
Community. They told me stories of
Finding their Niche, of
Music, and of
Soul Searching...
and of
Passion.
They shared
Love stories.
and their stories of
Struggle, and of
Being Witnessed...
They talked about the
Thrill of NYC, of
Hard work, and of
Dedication.
They shared stories of
Serenity, Quiet, Prayer...
and
Peace.
They shared stories of Happiness and of Laughter.
They told me their stories of life, of love, and of struggle. I am grateful. By nature, we are social beings. We like to talk, and we like to listen. I realized that all I needed to do in order to hear their story was so simple. Just ask. It really is that simple.
So...
I ask you, What are the words of your story?
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