He’s 67 years old from Haiti. A black man, with grey short hair. Eyes that tell a lifetime’s stories. He picked us up from the hotel and took us to our destination. Here was a man who has been doing this one task for 22 years.
He’s a family man. Sons and daughters across the state and family members in different states as well as in other countries. He only speaks of them with love.
He went without power after Irma hit for 1 day. He was lucky he said. His son and his house went 8 days.
It took 3 days before he could get back to taxiing. But it was fine. He just stayed home and took care of himself. It’s been quiet since because most people / tourists left. So work’s been quiet.
I ask for his number. He’s one of the kindest and most gentle souls I’ve ever met. He says he’ll pick us up when we’re done. He’s grateful to be getting some fares tonight. I’m grateful the universe introduced this man to me.
On the ride home he talks to us about where he’s from and what life’s like for him. He has everything he needs. He tells us how he meets all kinds of people and he laughs at some of the stories he tells us.
He’s taking us out again tonight and he’ll be picking us up again after.
Such a good hearted man.
Thank you, Joseph.