Jazzy

I landed in the airport knowing that I would have to take a cab to the college.  I expected a line of cabs waiting outside just like  in my hometown airport.  I exited the airport to find an Uber driver and some hotel shuttle vans.  My heart sank.  I wasn't exactly sure what to do. I went back inside to either add the Uber App to my phone or to call a cab.  I wasn't sure what would be best.  I was definitely in uncharted territory.  Other passengers from my plane passed me by.  I was tempted to ask if anyone was going to the college, but I couldn't bring myself to ask a stranger for a ride.  I later found out that a fellow students was on that flight, was headed to the same dorm I was, and he also had to take a cab. However, since we weren't wearing name tags or carrying signs, we didn't discover that truth until we had both spent a couple meals worth on cab fare.

Just as I was about to dial the number for the cab company, a van pulled up with the familiar yellow taxi sign on the top.  A tall lady asked where I was going and assured me she could get me there.  I didn't let her take my backpack because in Washington DC, they charged extra if they touched your bags.  Later, I found out she wanted to take it because she wanted to help me.  It would not change my fare.  I felt a little badly for thinking the worst, but also knew I was using the only foreknowledge I had.

I settled into the back seat.  She showed me her fare.  She wanted me to know, but she didn't want to make a big deal about it.  She kindly asked me questions about what I was doing.  When I told her I was getting my Master's she praised me for my hard work and encouraged me to go for my PhD.  I can't imagine considering that right now.  She was adamant that if I can learn more, I should.

I discovered she originally came from Serbia.  She'd only been in the area for about a year, but she had spent a lot of time in Alaska working.  She was a hard worker, she was a business woman.  She was educated, and she was determined.  She started this cab company as her retirement. I enjoyed my conversation with her.  I enjoyed the connection.

I shared my blog with her in hopes she would read it.  Many of the things she believes are things I try to put words to.  I've found people like it when I put words to their deepest feelings, thoughts and beliefs.  It's kind of like drawing that perfect picture of the thing you see in your head.  She gave me a hug and her card.  If I ever need a ride, she will be the first one I call.  She knew how to use her job as a ministry.  She ministered to me.  She was simply a kind person who paid attention.

Ultimately all we need to do to make a person feel amazing is pay attention to them and genuinely care.  Thanks again for the ride and the conversation, Jazzy, you are a treasure.