Someone who was raised with religion but later abandoned the practice.
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I would cry.
Someone please take me there.
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http://tinyurl.com/dcl7mm
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XDDDDDDDDDD. Brilliant.
Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy’s life, a life for someone who wanted no boss. What I didn’t realize was that it was also a ministry. Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, and made me laugh and weep. But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night. I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partyers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town.
When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.
So I walked to the door and knocked. “Just a minute”, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
Continue reading “The cab ride I'll never forget (by Kent Nerburn)”
makes pictures of New York street life using the Brushes application. Like this one.
http://www.jorgecolombo.com/isketches/
http://www.jorgecolombo.com/isketches/
http://www.jorgecolombo.com/isketches/
LA: Where are you going?
KT: I don’t know. I just know that I’m done here. I’ve completed my journey and it feels good.
“I’ll miss the free food. I’ll miss the occasional massage. I’ll miss the authors, politicians, and celebrities that come to speak or perform. I’ll miss early chances to play with cool toys before they’re released to the public. Most of all, I’ll miss working with the incredibly smart and talented people I got to know there. But I won’t miss a design philosophy that lives or dies strictly by the sword of data.”
http://stopdesign.com/archive/2009/03/20/goodbye-google.html
http://stopdesign.com/archive/2009/03/20/goodbye-google.html
http://stopdesign.com/archive/2009/03/20/goodbye-google.html
Instinct beats the hell out of the sword of data.
My so called life* 