How God used a cab driver to teach me an invaluable lesson
It was my first summer interning in New York City. My friend Megan, a seasoned Manhattanite, was helping me hail a cab on the busy West Side Highway after dinner. A cab swerved to the curb and Megan was already half-shoving me in the car as I tried to hug her goodbye saying, “Go before you get run over!”
Hello, my name is Jack Sparrow. I'm a 50 year old self-employed Pirate from the Caribbean.
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