The Sacred Adventures of a Taxi Driver

After a week and a half of feeling like death warmed over I finally started to feel a little better today. I had the day completely off from work and my phone didn’t ring once. While I am nervous at what I am going to end up having to deal with on Monday, I really don’t have the spare energy to care *lol*


I took it easy today. Slept in, cruised around the internet, had a nap, watched hockey and I cleaned out my bookcases. I had books placed behind books, books stacked on top of the double deep rows on the shelves, books stacked on top of the cases, books stacked on my nightstand, computer desk, kitchen island…they were everywhere...taking over the house, so I had to do something with them all.


I hate cleaning out my book cases. I hate trying to decide which book to keep and which book to let go of. It took me four hours, but I DID IT!! I managed to clean out my book cases and ended up with 2 boxes of books to take to exchange/sell/whatever at the Wee Book Inn tomorrow.


I found some books that I forgot I had. It was really odd…I’ve read this one book over a dozen times and when I couldn’t find it the last time I went searching for it I thought it was gone…this book is brilliant…Anyone who is searching for their own light will truly enjoy it, so I felt obligated to post about it…


The Sacred Adventures of a Taxi Driver

Witten by Ansara Ali


"...I am taxi driver. I have moved in this world. I am here, there and everywhere. I am hither, thither, and yon. Fiesta, fair, feast, famine, festival, fast of farce, I have been there.

I am taxi driver. The street is my beat yet has not beaten me. It has made me wise, street wise, yet not too wise. I know every corner yet cannot be cornered. I have grown old yet remember youth. I have seen the winter of discontent, yet I cannot forget the springtime of love.

I am taxi driver. I am last yet dream of first. I am lowest yet emulate highest. The cities of this world have captured me, yet I am not captive. The big city is my home, yet I still love the small towns and villages, even the hamlet that sent me forth.

I am taxi driver. I have attended every holiday in this world yet have never taken a holiday. I love the sun yet have walked in the rain. I am attracted to light yet have stumbled in darkness. I am a nobody yet long to be somebody; I have nothing yet pray for something.

I am taxi driver. I have a humble beginning yet yearn for a noble ending. I came from an obscure past yet wish for a bright future. I have faced failure yet never discounted success. I have tasted defeat yet am ever hungry for victory.

I am taxi driver. I am short of breath yet still willing to chance the marathon. I have lived a life of tears, yet you will still catch me with a smile. I am a non Christian yet have always revered the Christ. I became a man of the highway yet never became a highwayman. I am master of my own destiny, yet I am still not master.

I am taxi driver. Are you down? Cheer up! I have come to pick you up. Wherever a child cries in the night, I am there. Wherever a woman weeps in despair, I am there. Wherever a full blown man falters, I am there, too, to pick him up, for picking up is my business.

I am taxi driver. Have you lost your way? Have you missed your ride? Take heart! I have come to show you the way. I have come to give you a ride. I have come to give you a lift - a lift to the stars. RISE!"


I am now going to go curl up and read it one more time.

Ciao