I revved the engines and began my journey in the nations capital. I was ready. So to it seemed were the good people of Washington DC. My first pick up was Tony, a 49-year-old homeless man. He hailed my cab on the streets close to the White house. His story was compelling and equally sad. He had lost his job and now found himself on the mean streets of the greatest capital of the world. His was a message was one of humility. Good luck T.
My next few rides included a chap who used to work in the White House and gave it all up for a life of adventure, a hedge fund manager, a pharmacy student and my favorite of all: a Bolivian soccer journalist!
I also took a motley bunch of characters on site seeing tours: ‘Kindness Cab style’. The Washington Monument. The White House. The Capitol Building. The local Starbucks! In New York I was simply a cab driver. In Washington I was a tour guide as well. Magic.
Now lets shift gears. I promised you high drama. You wont be disappointed.
As I left Washington I fuelled up at a local gas station. Within 10 minutes the cab was spluttering along the highway unable to reach 30 miles an hour. Then, it stopped. It actually stopped. Again and again. It seemed that disaster had struck. My heart dropped. My cab looked at me and whispered “Why Leon, why did you do this to me?” I had no immediate answer.
My only explanation was that I must have inadvertently put faulty gas into the tank. The Kindness Cab was suffering. I was distraught. The cab was crying. The Kindness Tour was flailing. How could this be happening?
It was happening. And it was my responsibility to fix it.
I limped into a mechanics and found my angel. Bill was his name. I told him the mission of The Kindness Cab and he set to work. For free. He went under the hood tweaked the carborator and drained the car of the bad gas. The Kindness Cab looked at me and smiled. I sensed it was already feeling better. I walked over to a local gas station and bought 5 gallons of top grade fuel. Everything seemed good.
Sometimes, everything that seems good isn’t.
The Kindness Cab continued to splutter. Things were looking bad. Bill suggested there were still remnants of the toxic fuel in the system and it would take a while to work itself out.
So we took a risk and in the dead of night we continued our long journey to Indianapolis. We are still driving. ‘The little cab that could’ refuses to stop. We will not stop. Kindness is coming to town.
For information on the whereabouts of the Kindness Cab and the chance to get a lift please visit: www.kindnesscab.com