11/04/2024
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“This is John. John was my Uber driver on my way to the airport in Palm Springs, California yesterday.
I asked him if I could sit in the front seat. He wasn’t expecting it. ‘Of course!’ he replied.
As we drove, he asked me, ‘Why are you traveling?’ I told him it was for work. Then, he asked if I was about 28 years old. I said about 27.
He told me I reminded him of his daughter and that we share the same kind heart. That’s why he had asked me these questions.
The next thing he said filled my eyes with tears. I brushed them away so he couldn’t see. John’s daughter passed away unexpectedly at 29 years old. She left behind a 4-year-old son.
He couldn’t resuscitate her. He tried to breathe life into his daughter’s lifeless body. But he found her far too late.
‘I wish I could’ve done more. Why couldn’t I bring her back?’
We talked like we’d known each other our whole lives on our 25-minute drive to the airport."
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