Today my cab driver was an Indian man named Zaire. He told me he has lived in Dallas, San Francisco, Nebraska and NYC. We talked about how cynical New York has made him and how the many conversations that take place in his cab have made him too aware of the selfish nature of people. Then he told me about the day he turned his cab around to help a very old man with a flat tire at a gas station. The station was filled with cabs and cars but no one seemed to care about the old man. The elderly man tried to give him $50 after Zaire changed his tire but he refused. The man, clearly confused but very grateful, asked why a cabbie would "waste his time helping a stranger” when he could be making money giving someone else a ride. Zaire told him, ”If my grandfather needed help, I can only hope someone would stop for him".
Zaire said the man smiled and hugged him so warmly, inviting him to come to his home and join him for dinner any time.
At the end of the conversation I thanked Zaire for not allowing his cynicism change his heart. He told me that no matter what, we have to stay on the “good guys team”.
The Good Guys Team. Recruiting daily.