my ride with a stranger

when you're desperate, you do things that your mama told you never to do. like what i did just now, i accepted a ride from a stranger. tonight was one of my unluckiest nights to date. i called for a cab at around 9:00 pm and at 11:00 pm i was still there waiting for the freakin cab. so, there i was, pacing in circles when i saw a cab, i ran after it screaming "taxi, taxi" and then the driver just snubbed me. i was about to cry when this guy driving a car behind the taxi asked me if i was okey. he said i looked kind of freaked out (which i really was) and that if i wanted a ride to my house. warning sirens should be wailing the moment this guy asked this question but something inside me told me that it was ok to give in this one time. so i did. he asked me my name and he told me his. he was kind enough to take me right to my doorstep. we talked on the way home and he calmed my nerves. he assured me that he wasnt crazy when i told him that i knew that i shouldnt be accepting ride from strangers. he had a good heart and i was lucky tonight. tomorrow, il be dropping by old navy to give him a thank you card. that's all i could do really. he's more mayaman than me. but it's something from the heart.

this good deed i'll pay forward.

he gave me back my faith in people.