The Foreign Taxi Driver

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A man waited years to be allowed the right to emigrate to another country where he hoped he could better his situation in life and his future.   His cousin had offered him a bed on his couch.  He studied diligently and obtained a chauffeur’s license, hoping to drive a taxi.

In his home country he had been a medical assistant, assisting patients that were not serious enough to need the doctor.  He had enjoyed being needed and figuring out symptoms and side effects.  His dream was to one day be a medical assistant at the big hospital near his cousin’s apartment.

After obtaining his chauffer’s license, he rented a taxi and happily waited in line at the airport with the rest of the taxis.  He had purchased a used GPS and expected it would get him around the city without a problem.  Unfortunately for him, it was outdated and did not have the latest streets and detours.  This meant he was cursed by more than one patron for taking a wrong turn or longer time than they expected.  He found that angry patrons quickly became abusive in their language if he tried to explain himself.

After several months of driving, the foreigner was more adept with navigating around and getting his clients to their destinations quickly.  He still heard many racial comments and abusive language for any minor sharp turn or use of the brakes.  He had become used to such attacks, hoping that his attitude would mean a good tip.

One afternoon a woman got into his cab that seemed unwell.  He observed her through his rear view mirror and became concerned as her head dropped.  He swerved to the side of the road and stepped into the back of the taxi.  He felt her pulse and noticed she was sweating proficiently.  She roused and recoiled from him, thinking he was attacking her.  She swore at him and called him slang terms for his race.  He smiled and offered her a glucose tablet, an item he kept with him for just such an occasion.

The woman stared at him and seemed to lose her energy, but he popped the tablet in her mouth, hoping it would dissolve quickly.  He was quite sure he had seen this happen before, and suspected that she was diabetic.  He tried to hold her attention and supported her weight as best he could on the chance she lost consciousness again.  As he held her, the door swung shut behind him.

Moments later the door was yanked open and a man accosted him with racial slurs, demanding he leave the woman alone.  He couldn’t let go, but turned around after making sure the woman was still conscious.  He was startled to feel the full force of a punch to the face.  He was drug from the taxi and kicked in the ribs several times.  He tried to explain himself, but his head was spinning from the blow.  His gazed at his taxi, suddenly remembering the woman.  She sat up and looked out, appearing to be a little stronger than before.  Their eyes met, and she recognized him.  She yelled at his attacker to stop just as he lost consciousness due to another blow.

Moral of the Story:

And was there until the death of Herod: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying, Out of Egypt have I called my son.

In the first half of Matthew 2:15, we read about waiting in Egypt.  Waiting with a purpose is probably easier than waiting without knowing why.  However, I don’t imagine Mary and Joseph had an easy time with their new surroundings in Egypt.  Certainly they had gold and money can help ease tensions, but that doesn’t ease the fact was they were foreigners, and humble foreigners at that.  Joseph was instructed to flee and wait in Egypt, and he did that.  Could he write a letter to his family or Mary’s to tell them where they were?  We can’t know; but it is a thought on how hard that waiting must have been.

The idea of how racially distinct a Jew was from an Egyptian during that time meant they were more than likely not welcomed by many.  In His Mercy, God gave them a reason and an end to look forward to.  Not every situation is pleasant for us today.  Not often do we know the reason or the end of it.  Rather than always asking God to remove the burden, I hope to ask His assistance in bearing it.  Not that I do this every time, but I know walking through hardship often teaches me so much more than having ease and comfort ever did.

In this story I explored the alienation of being judged by the Egyptians, knowing the racial differences that must have existed.

See others stories on the topic of Judging, click here to read similar stories, or continue with the next story by verse.

A wonderfully blessed, self-critical person who loves to learn new things, delights in the little victories and gifts, and deeply respects wisdom. I enjoy writing and telling stories. I love outdoor activities and my career, coworkers, family, and the wonderful folks in my church family who teach me so much about how to walk confidently when you can't see where you're going.

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One comment on “The Foreign Taxi Driver
  1. margaret says:

    Very good story and thoughts.

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