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Intergenerational Caring: When Caring Flows Up, Learnings Flow Down.

Posted on | May 2, 2012 | 5 Comments

Mike Magee

This afternoon I’ll be flying to Seattle to deliver a keynote tomorrow to the American Academy of Home Care Physicians at The American Geriatrics Society Annual Meeting. One of my messages will be to “reconnect the American family”. By that I mean to encourage multigenerational mutual caring, learning, and committment. Stated another way, I believe that we should foster the movement of learnings down the generational divide and caring up the generational divide.

Nothing could better capture the spirit and value of this approach than the true story below:

By Kent Nerburn

We may not all live holy lives, but we live in a
world alive with holy moments
.”
Kent Nerburn

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living.

It was a cowboy’s life, a life for someone who wanted no boss.

What I didn’t realize was that it was also a ministry.

Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, and made me laugh and weep.

But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night. I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partyers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town.

When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window.

Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away.

But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation.

Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

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 80?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, no knick-knacks 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 treated.”

“Oh, you’re such a good boy”, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, 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”.

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, 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.

Comments

5 Responses to “Intergenerational Caring: When Caring Flows Up, Learnings Flow Down.”

  1. Ana Ramirez
    May 2nd, 2012 @ 12:23 pm

    I agree with you about us spending more time with our elderly family members. Some times people don’t have patience with the elderly and that’s wrong. One day all of us will be there too, and we will like people to treat us right. I belonged to the CALEB Group in my church and its a group to help the older people 55+ and I am very fortunate that I can help them and serve God. Have a Great Day!

  2. Mendon MacDonald, MD (ret.)
    May 2nd, 2012 @ 9:39 pm

    Gorgeous stories like this sometimes change the world, or at lest some small part of it.

  3. steven Luar
    May 5th, 2012 @ 11:06 am

    I could not marry this idea with the typical english life-style where elderlies are abandoned in old-homes. Your message could perhaps be seen as an admonition( or is it a condemnation) against the norm in the english world! As to the mid-Eastern and definitely African setting, what you have described is more of the rule than the exception.

  4. Khin May Hlyan
    May 7th, 2012 @ 2:04 am

    The story touched my heart deeply. Although he is just an ordinary taxi driver, he has a heart of gold. I am sure he has already had a passport to heaven. Now-a-days most young people are arrogant and indifferent. They think that old people are useless and hopeless. They never think that old people have not only a lot of work experience but also life experience. I always tell them that your turn will come one day.

  5. Reward Morrison Nangi
    May 17th, 2012 @ 5:05 pm

    “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.”

    Thank you for sharing this life changing story.

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