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appeared to be all of her belongings in duffel bags ran out of the
apartment building, hopped into his cab, and directed him to a
nearby hotel. His life wasn’t more complete when he picked up the
well-dressed executive and his much younger, much more giggly, and
very friendly assistant from the new Embassy Suites. Nor did he ask
for details from the many quiet passengers he had who needed to be
taken to work on a Sunday morning because the public transit system
wasn’t very accommodating to the working class.
    Nothing, however, prepared him for the
events of that morning not too long ago. He dropped off an
emotional man at Providence Hospital. The man was on the phone and
involved in a call that was at times conciliatory and at others
accusatory through the entire short trip. It sounded like the man’s
mother, if Abdul’s English wasn’t failing him, was in distress and
likely near the end of her life. The couple of times Abdul looked
into the rearview mirror, the man was talking with his head down
and his hand up around his face. It reminded Abdul of himself when
he endured losing his own mother. He would have shared a consoling
look it if wasn’t against his policy of not getting involved and if
the man ever raised his head to see it.
    In front of the hospital’s main entrance,
they sat idling for a few moments before the man realized they had
stopped. Abdul waited patiently. He was nothing if not patient.
    While sitting there, Abdul thought he heard
some sirens and alarms, but he chalked it up to sitting in front of
a hospital where such sounds were commonplace. He grabbed the
twenty-dollar bill that was handed to him as silently as the rest
of the ride had been. The man’s rear door opened and closed and he
was gone. No change. It was only one dollar and seventy-eight cents
worth of gratuity, but it was that much more to send home. His wife
and children counted on every cent, and he wasn’t willing to
disappoint. In a couple more years he would either go home, or have
them come to him. For now though, Abdul committed himself to being
a solid provider despite his absence.
    He missed his family. His sons and daughter
had grown so much in the months of his absence. They Skyped often
and spoke almost daily, but it wasn’t the same for either them or
him. He missed them all terribly, especially his wife Nya. Whenever
his thoughts turned to her, he felt his breath catch in his chest.
She was the reason his world turned and being away from her was
nothing short of torture. Soon. Very soon, he would end his workday
in her arms once again.
    He sat for a second longer, waiting to see
if any other easy fares would present themselves. When none showed,
he pulled back around the loop, nodding to the Jesus statue
standing near the entrance. Abdul’s more colorful American friend
and coworker Greg called it the Touchdown Jesus statue because of
the Savior’s hands raised up similarly to that of a football
referee’s stance after a touchdown had been scored.
    Americans and their football .
    He came back around and noticed a commotion
behind him. He was in the process of deciding what to do when
another man leapt into his car’s backseat. He shouted, “Drive!
Drive! Just drive!”
    Startled and somewhat fearful, Abdul did as
he was told and drove them quickly out of the growing chaos, which
was starting to engulf the front parking lot. He squealed his
tires, hoping that doing such would prove to the man that Abdul had
heard him and was complying.
    The man in the backseat, out of breath and
complaining about something, didn’t look up for a few minutes, and
that was fine because Abdul needed to get them to the main road.
The man didn’t seem to be threatening in any way, so Abdul relaxed
a bit and settled into his role and awaited instructions at the
traffic light at the intersection of Providence Drive and Lake Otis
Parkway. When the man did look up, he said only, “Whittier. Take me
to Whittier.”
    Whittier was a