So 2 years ago a cab driver picked up a crying girl on Halloween night
She ran out of the club because she and her friend got into a huge argument over his “drunk ethnic” costume. The snow graced the city for the first time that fall, and she entered the cab in tears and snowflakes.
The cab driver turned up the.
heat and drove her home. Just as she asked reached for her wallet he asked her why she
cried. She broke down and told him of how tired she was of defending, of protesting and believing in people. He told her of Morocco and his dream,
being built brick by brick next to sea. He blessed her a goodnight and to sleep she went.
Two years later, on a rainy Tuesday night before Halloween she hailed a cab home…and just as she pulled out her wallet, he said “how are you now, did your friend ever apologize for that costume?”
He told me his house was almost built by the sea.. That he always remembered the conversation we had, and how life worked in mysterious ways.
Chicago is a big city, he said..If we meet a third time in another few years, then life has plans for us..
