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The Incongruous CityMrs L sees and hears it on the streets of ManhattanWednesday, August 27 I was having one of those days, and one of those phone calls. I was in a taxi, in an intense conversation about what seemed an insurmountable problem. I started crying into the phone. A few blocks went by, and a hand came through the window between me and the driver, with a tissue. I took the tissue and the driver said, sweetly, ‘Calm yourself, dear.’ previous | next | back to main page |
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You know who was watching you from above…
John 14:18 >> I will not leave you comfortless:
I will come to you.
[Posted by Jan on 08/29 at 02:24 AM]
By the way I really like your signature Martin guitar…wish I had a spare $7,000 bucks then I’d pose with mine!
[Posted by Jan on 08/31 at 12:48 AM]
When I’m crying alone in my automobile, there’s no one to hand me a tissue and offer comforting words. You’re fortunate for a kind taxi driver.
[Posted by christine on 09/01 at 11:32 AM]
I hope whatever hurt you has eased now. Peace.
[Posted by missblue on 09/02 at 02:49 PM]
That reminds me of a scene from Almodovar’s “Woman on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown.” There is a very helpful taxi driver in that movie.
[Posted by Gabe Gonzalez on 09/09 at 10:09 AM]
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