Smile Newsletter: The Twelve Minute Cab Ride to Penn Station
Sep 25, 2011
“The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring.” — Oscar Wilde
“I was six years old and in foster care. My foster mother was not the kind of person I would have chosen to stay with. One morning she sent me to the store for a sack of flour. On the walk back home I was doing what any six year old would have been doing — playing. Because of that I dropped the sack of flour and it burst open spilling the flour all over the ground. I knew that this meant I would be in big trouble when I got home. A driver saw the distress on my face and pulled over. He came over to me and asked what was wrong. I told him that I would probably get the beating of my life if I went back without the flour I had been sent for. He took me by the hand and led me back to the store where he bought me a new sack of flour – and some candy! Then he wiped my tears and sent me on my way home. I never told my foster mother about the kind gentleman but Iâm twenty-three years old now and I still remember him and his kindness.” –Hasifa
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“I was six years old and in foster care. My foster mother was not the kind of person I would have chosen to stay with. One morning she sent me to the store for a sack of flour. On the walk back home I was doing what any six year old would have been doing — playing. Because of that I dropped the sack of flour and it burst open spilling the flour all over the ground. I knew that this meant I would be in big trouble when I got home. A driver saw the distress on my face and pulled over. He came over to me and asked what was wrong. I told him that I would probably get the beating of my life if I went back without the flour I had been sent for. He took me by the hand and led me back to the store where he bought me a new sack of flour – and some candy! Then he wiped my tears and sent me on my way home. I never told my foster mother about the kind gentleman but Iâm twenty-three years old now and I still remember him and his kindness.” –Hasifa
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