What Touches Caps Heart


I was asked what touched my heart, the following is two stories, the first shared with me by a friend who is doctor, this story is in my head and heart and will be forever.  The second story was an email I recieved, I don't know if it is true or not, it doesn't matter.  These stories show what touches my heart.  I hope you enjoy them and I hope other people share.

What Touches CAP’s heart: What touches my heart more than anything is to see someone truly give of themselves to help someone, and not because it is tax deductible, or it will get their name in the paper, or because it gets them attention, but to truly give because they wanted to or needed to.  My heart melts many times because before children are tainted by society they do this so well......my favorite story of giving, ( it always makes me cry and now I'm crying,) is the story of the young girl who had leukemia and needed a bone marrow transplant, turned out her younger brother was the perfect match, so the doctors and the parents talked him about the procedure and how important his bone marrow was and would he allow the transplant and the boy never hesitated and said yes, as everyone was cheering and hugging the little sat very still, smiling, but not saying much, the next day before the transplant the doctors and his parents were sitting with the little boy and he said "Mom may I ask a question"  and they said "sure honey" and he turned to the doctor and asked in a quite little voice. "when you do the transplant will I die quickly or will it take a little while?"........the mother and Doctor were crushed and so moved, as the boy had thought that for his sister to live he had to die and he had never hesitated in agreeing to the transplant..........I’m crying so hard I have to leave my office for a minute.........that is what touches my heart            


Subject: The Cab Ride  

I received a message from my dispatcher to pick up a fare at the address he gave me.. When I arrived at the address I honked then awaited a few minutes and honked again, still no response.  So I walked 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 1940s 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, any 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, and 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 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. '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.


You won’t get any big surprise in 10 days if you send this to ten people. But, you might help make the world a little kinder and more compassionate by sending it on.

Thank you, my friend...

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.  

One never knows how their actions might influence others.   Have a great day!!!!    


cap1015 cap1015
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2 Responses Mar 11, 2009

IAJustice......thank you for reading and making such nice comments....I posted this show that both the young and old, one through lack of being affected by the world and one who has had a lifetime of world experiences....both can always provide us a gift of love we never saw coming<br />
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Lady Jasmin, thank you for reading many people see the long stories and move on.......thanks again<br />
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Sweet......I must say that I have a hard reading this story, especially the one shared with me by my doctor friend, I always cry and it hurts me to my core to know how much one child is willing to give, and I see adults ******* and moaning about their Latte not being right.....I alway think to myself.........IF ONLY we could see the world through a childs eyes when we need to the most........

Wow!<br />
They are great stories .. thank you!