Hello, Discoverylover!
It’s me, Skyring!
Being a taxidriver, I get to do a lot of driving, and it is with a sense of relief and happiness that I hear on the grapevine that you have passed your driving test and gained your full licence!
Happiness for you, because it is always good when you get that tick of confidence from the official world. It might be a degree, a licence, enrolment as a voter – it’s all one step forward and upwards. Well done!
And relief, because next month you and I are going to drive Route 66 together, and it was shaping up that I was going to be the only driver in the party. Driving half the day and night in my regular employment is one thing, but doing the same thing on holiday is too much!
I well remember when we drove around the Midwest in 2009, and sometimes I’d be so tired I’d have to pull off whatever Interstate we were driving on for a nap. It didn’t really help that all too often while cruising the endless miles of fourlane I’d glance over at you on the far side of the enormous American car, and you’d be fast asleep!
This time I’m going to bring a pillow with me, and I’ll gain my revenge – a sleepy sort of revenge while you drive.
I’ve been inspired by the way that people in Christchurch have been helping out in the rescue and recovery efforts. With shovels and wheelbarrows, the dirt and rubble has been cleared away, without any thought of reward as strangers help strangers and neighbours help neighbours. People have offered their spare bedrooms to those who have lost their houses. All over that stricken city, those in need have found a helping hand.
Streets may be relaid, and houses rebuilt, but for hundreds of families there are gaps that can never be filled, with loved ones lost in the earthquake. It just tears the heart out of me to hear the stories of the survivors, often just a step or two away from losing their own lives as buildings collapsed around them.
I try to do one good deed a day. All too often, late at night, I’ll get an anxious inquiry from someone peering in at my cab window. They have missed the last bus, or lost their wallet, or it’s raining and they have no raincoat. “How much to Red Hill?” they’ll ask. Or “I’ve only got ten dollars – can you take me part of the way home?”
It might not be good for my own wallet, and maybe I’m just a soft touch, but when I get such a passenger home, I’ll clear the meter and announce, “That’s fine!”
They’ll look at me, puzzled, and I’ll tell them it’s one the house – but if they really want to pay me, they just need to do one thing. Do something nice for a stranger.
And nine times out of ten, they will smile and I know that somewhere, sometime soon, someone I’ve never met will have something nice happen to them. Something unexpected.
There are more things in life than money, and if it’s giving someone a lift, or carrying someone’s bags, or sharing an umbrella on a rainy day, or even just smiling at a stranger, somehow it makes the world a richer place.
But I think you already know this!
Yours aye,
Skyring