I often take notes while riding in taxis, listening to the experiences and perspectives of chatty drivers in various cities. The author describes an experience in a beautiful way that conveys a wonderflul teachiing. This is an excerpt from 'My Neighbor's Faith: Stories of Interreligious Encounter, Growth, and Transformation.'
I flew into Syracuse, N.Y., on a windy evening in October of 2000. After we landed, I hailed a cab. This not being New York City, where I am from, there was no cab line, no wait and no time to look at the car I was jumping into.