Went out into the country again and met a new friend!!!!
Then I took my old friend out for a lovely long walk!!
Stay safe and healthy!!
Yashi Kochi!!
Went out into the country again and met a new friend!!!!
Stay safe and healthy!!
Yashi Kochi!!
I love this article below
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
[It's a true story, written by Kent Nerburn and published in his 1999 book, "Make Me an Instrument of Your Peace." ]
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.
'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'
'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly.
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice...'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?' she asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said.
'You have to make a living,' she answered.
'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.Stay safe and healthy!!!
Stay safe and healthy!!
Yashi Kochi!!
I would like to wish all my Canadian friends a very special Thanksgiving giving long weekend!!
To my amazing brother, Malc and his truly gorgeous wife of lots and lots of years a wonderful celebration of their wedding anniversary and hope you are enjoying yourselves in Spain!!!!
Sometimes a guy just has to get out into the country for quiet, beauty and reflection!!!
Stay safe and healthy!!
Yashi Kochi!!!
Not every day you can walk down to the local market to buy a couple of carrots and potatoes and pass through the parking lot and see this sight…….
What a gorgeous horse……
I sure live in a multi cultural town!!!
Stay safe and healthy!!!
Yashi Kochi!!
My day was not great and maybe I will write and tell you why soon…two highlights were winning again this time 200 pesos at poker and my English class..I love my students, sorry I am not allowed to post photos of them but Roque had a birthday and I had a cake made for him, he loves to swim and we all enjoyed a piece of cake and singing to him!!
Stay safe and healthy!!
Yashi Kochi!!
One shot taken 12 years ago…..two shots taken one month ago!!!
what do you think???
stay safe and healthy!!
Yashi Kochi!!!
Chutzpah’ is a Yiddish word meaning gall, brazen nerve, effrontery, sheer guts plus arrogance; it's Yiddish and, as Leo Rosten wrote, "No other word and no other language can do it justice."
Read the story below the picture and then you will understand.
A little old lady sold pretzels on a street corner for 25 cents each.
Every day a young man would leave his office building at lunch time and as he passed the pretzel stand, he would leave her a quarter, but never take a pretzel.
This went on for more than 3 years. The two of them never spoke.
One day, as the young man passed the old lady's stand and left his quarter as usual, the pretzel lady spoke to him.
Without blinking an eye she said: "They're 35 cents now!!
No English dictionary has been able to adequately explain the difference between COMPLETE and FINISHED. However, in a recent linguistic conference held in London, England, and attended by some of the best linguists in the world: Samsundar Balgobin, a Guyanese, was the clear winner.
His final challenge was this: Some say there is no difference between COMPLETE and FINISHED. Please explain the difference between COMPLETE and FINISHED in a way that is easy to understand.
Here is his astute answer: "When you marry the right woman, you are COMPLETE. But, when you marry the wrong woman, you are FINISHED. And when the right one catches you with the wrong one, you are COMPLETELY FINISHED!"
Stay safe and healthy!!
Yashi Kochi!!
Today is perhaps the busiest, noisiest, and loudest day of the year in town with the celebrations going on for the patron saint of the town…..
A good time for me to go to the hills and find peace, quiet and tranquil beauty!!!
lovely day..stay safe and healthy!!
Yashi Kochi!!
Where did September go!!!
rabbits already this first of the month…
Heather sent me this photo of her youngest boy, Zach literally taking Boomer for a hike….
Lynn, Reyes and I went out to deliver food parcels to some of the families located within town…..
This is one of the highlights of my week especially seeing the children all smiles when they receive some fruit or a book or a small article of clothing!!
As always you can contact me if you would like to donate in any shape or form….and thanks to everyone who has and continue to give so generously…….
Best wishes les
mexicokid77@yahoo.com
I now also have a Pay Pal account!!!
Stay safe and healthy!!
Yashi Kochi!!
I really like the camera on my IPhone…took these pictures at tennis this morning….the clarity is amazing!!!!
Frida sent me this after I walked her today!!!!
I like this this….
Stay safe and healthy!!
Yashi Kochi!!
Wednesday is a busy day for me but an enjoyable one as well…
I started out with my training session which I think you know by now that I do not really care for but always glad when it is over and then I feel good about doing the hard work!!
From there straight to ♦️ ♣️ poker where I won another 200 pesos…….I then go and pick up Frida and we always love our time walking the streets she is so well behaved and a very pretty dog……
I just have time to come home get cleaned up and go back into Centro for my English class….it has been a month since I have been with my new students and already I see such a difference in their confidence I really enjoy them and the 90 minutes goes by very quickly….
Time for my tea and cookies and watch my show!!
Stay safe and healthy!,
Yashi Kochi!!
Well……just one of those slow days when I enjoyed two hours of playing tennis, one hour of walking Frida and the rest of the time puttering around the house , the roof, messing with the plants on my steps, organizing my records for the Three kings toy drive and lo and behold it is 10pm……
Stay safe and healthy!!
Yashi Kochi!!
This was my first ever blog post back in November of 2006!!! With just a couple of days off I have written a blog every day since and I hav...