This morning, a taxi driver picked me up at the retirement community where I spoke to residents last night. He asked me where I was from and what I was doing in Des Moines. When I explained that I write books for older adults and often speak to residents of retirement communities, he broke into a big grin. Turns out he had seen my books and had remembered the “Living with Purpose in a Worn-Out Body” title.
He continued to tell me about elderly residents he picks up weekly just so they can enjoy the outside world. Sometimes they don’t have a particular destination… they just want to get out and about. Turns out he also regularly visits several older adults in one of the centers and has an obvious compassion for them. He told me about one 93 year-old man who often comes down to meet the taxi without his cane or his hearing aids. The driver said he reminds the older man that he needs his cane and his hearing aid, then waits patiently while he goes back upstairs to get them.
The ride to the airport seemed to fly by. As the driver took my bag from the trunk, we shared a farewell. I knew I had glimpsed God at work in the life of a taxi driver.