This touched my heart. It explains so well the journey into recovery from grief.
The sad man trudged alone in the dark of a miserable, gray night when a sudden shock of yellow caught his eye.
“Taxi!” he yelled with his hand raised.
The right tire of the cab sloshed into a puddle just before reaching the curb splashing murky water all over its fare, adding insult to his already dank prospects.
“Where ya headed?” the cabby asked pleasantly after the man settled in his seat and shook off some of the dampness of the road.
“There,” he said resolutely. “Just away from here.”
“Well, I can drive anywhere or nowhere,” the cabby reasoned. “But it would help to have a destination.”
The man looked into the small mirror, locking eyes with his driver. “I don’t care, really. I just have to leave this place.”
“Okay then. I’ll shut-up and drive.”
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