Musings of a Volleyball Baker

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A sweet lesson on patience. A NYC Taxi driver wrote: 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.

A sweet lesson on patience.

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

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.

Reblogged 3 weeks ago from sofaloveseat

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I would love to go here with my girlfriend for a movie, I want to know where this is!!!

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a cuddle friendly movie theater!

THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING

EVERYTHING

I want to go to there

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every time I see this picture it just makes me laugh he just looks so happy with life

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it’s so hard to find someone what i value in a relationship. everyone is just in it for the sex, drugs, and alcohol. what happened to holding hands, and cuddling, and being loyal to one and other.

They are out there don’t worry they are just shy like us nice guys. They do not put themselves out there and take a while to find and even more time and effort to get. Take it from someone who waited 5 years and multiple turn downs for this one girls who is exactly like that. Those 5 years paid off, we are now together and happier than ever. There is one out there for you don’t worry =)

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This is just awesome!

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This reminds me of me and my girlfriend =) I can’t wait to see her on Friday!

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In 2009, Casey Pugh asked thousands of Internet users to remake “Star Wars: A New Hope” into a fan film, 15 seconds at a time. Contributors were allowed to recreate scenes from Star Wars however they wanted. Within just a few months SWU grew into a wild success. The creativity that poured into the project was unimaginable.

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For the Past Year and a Half

I have slowly been building slowly but surely building a large pile of kindling and wood under my ass. Its been growing and growing and I kept telling myself I could handle the heat when it caught fire, if it ever did.

Last semester I kept building it up and finally it caught fire. Now I have a huge fire under my ass. I feel the heat of it every day. I try to put it out, or at least get it under control but as of now it has been the equivalent of puring thimles of water on a forest fire.

Today another log was placed on the fire and I’m feeling the heat more than ever. Any more wrong moves, any more additions to the fire and I am going to get severely burned. If I cannot come up with a metaphorical fire hose by the end of the semester I don’t know what shape I will be coming out of this. Definitely bruised, battered, and burned and probably broken beyond repair. Wish me luck.

Posted 4 months ago

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Happy New Year!

Wow what a way to start off the year with a bang. After a year of hard times, countless problems, and just as many headaches I think 2012 has started off very well.

When 2011 started off with a phonecall and a breakup 2012 started with a kiss and a possibility of a relationship.

The night itself was prfect. I cooked with two good friends of mine for almoat 2 days in preparation for a classy new years eve. We made enough food to feed a small army but loved making every bit. I made a trifle, hazelnut fudge balls, chrusciki, beef skewers with peppers and onions, chicken bacon and pineapple skewers, and various other dishes. My friends made chicken rolatini, brockoli rolls, pigs in a blanket, twice baked potatos, brownies, and mozarella sticks. We love cooking so we did this all together and didn’t finish until after the guests arrived. They helped finish cooking. When we finished cooking we all ate a zdeliciusly huge dinner. We then played video games, mario cart and just dance. It was a great night. I ckept the food going and they kept trying to eat more.

One of the guests was a friend of mine from high scholl and a long time crush of mine. Even though i started liking her in 10th grade i still really like her today. Whenver we are together it is a lot of fun and just genuinely enjoyable. I ceel at ease with her yet there are also butterflies in my stomach whenevr I am supposed to see her. Today we were chatting a lot and by the end of the night i had my arm around her while we were sitting together. This in itself made my night. She stayed after most people left and helped clean up. She was actually the last person to leave. I walked her to her car and we exchanged a new years hug and then she kissed me. This was unexpexted and though it was just a peck on the cheek it is what i wanted since 10th grade.

We then part ways and I text her later on in the evening just saying happy new year again and telling her how she had made my new year already. She responds, which is unexpected since it is late and tells me that she is sorry for being awkward about the kiss but she is trying to figure out her feelings toward me now. This is the girl i had asked out a grand total of 3 times in the past. She turned me down each time. She tells me now that she could maybe see us as more than friends. She feels comfortable around me and being with me has always been fun. This is what i had been waiting to hear fod almost 5 years. We are going to meet up and hang out before I go back to college but even just that verified chance has already made my year. She has been the one person able to hold my interest for so long. I don’t know how or why but she just keeps me enthralled.

This year has started out really well. I just hope it continues that way. Many things are changing. I am planning on bgoing to japan, switching majors and I have to concenfrate on my school work. I think a long distance relationship may even be a good thing for me. She is the one person I would attempt starting a relationship with on so little basis but i would not hesitate at all.

This year that started with hapiness and goodwill will be a better year than last year which started with bitterness and sadness

Posted 4 months ago

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Damn it, nothing is ever simple is it?

So this girl and I have been hanging out. She kissed me before but then things became ambiguous. She would talk to me after class, hang out and study Japanese as well and we watched a movie together. This weekend I hung out with her and things happened. We hung out on Saturday evening and we had a lot of fun. We started watching Pulp fiction but never finished it etc. Things got heated, we made out and more and she stayed the night. She had a little bit of alcohol beforehand it seems and I guess that is what caused her to be that open to me.

Today after Japanese class I walked her to class. We were talking a lot the whole way and I wanted to give her a hug before class. When I reach over to grab her she keeps walking and gives me that “You know I’m not going to do this right now”/”No I don’t do things like that” look and walked away. It was awkward to say the least.

So she likes me one day but the next won’t even give me a hug? What the hell? I am so confused and the paranoia is getting to me. I hate not being sure of something and I hate it even more if its something that I am not confident in myself about as it is. This kid of stuff makes me feel like crap and doesn’t let me think about anything else. I think she is making me bipolar, ugh. One second I’m happy because I had a lot of fun with her, the next I’m thinking that it was just the alcohol talking. Then I think back about how she spent the night and stayed till noon, but then she started leaving without saying anything, trying not to wake me up I suppose. I was awake and helped her find her things but if I had been asleep I would have woken up to an empty room and paranoia about halucinating the whole event.

Why would anyone actually want to be with me, I don’t know and I don’t know if she does but it is annoying that I can’t tell. I would rather be full out rejected than be kept in this Limbo. I need a break, thank god for Thanksgivings. Not that I will be able to enjoy it without thinking about her. She is on my mind too much.

I will try to text her over the break but her responses will inevitably either not come or come hours after I text her. I’m going to feel like crap the whole time and spend most of it sleeping and baking away my troubles.

If anyone has any suggestions or hints as to what this all means please let me know, I’m confused and unhappy yet also extremely happy at the same time. WTF =(

Posted 6 months ago

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Oh the things I wish I could say…

I wish I could tell her many things but I’m just too awkward to say them.

I want her to know that I want to help her through any hardships she is going through.

I want her to know that I will be there to hold her if she needs it or listen to how much she doesn’t like a class or a teacher. I will sit patiently and listen giving advice when I can and hugs when I can’t.

I want her to know that just holding my hand or giving me an unexpected hug will make me the happiest guy in the world. A kiss would make me crumble.

I want her to know that she looks beautiful every day and that looking at her brightens my day every time.

I want her to know that I am not the guy who will hurt her, I will not take advantage of her, I will treat her like she deserves to be treated.

I want her to know that I won’t pry about what happened in her past and that I like her for who she is now.

I want her to know that when she kissed me it was the best thing that has happened to me this year.

I want her to know that she does not have to impress me.

I want her to know that I’m not in it for the sex

I want her to know that I will take her on dates and I will pay for her because I want her to be happy not because it is the norm.

I want her to know that I really like her.

Posted 6 months ago

For once I don’t think my mind is playing tricks on me

So there is this girl I like in my Japanese class. I started talking to her about 2 weeks ago under the pretext of of watching a Japanese movie for extra credit we started talking. It turns out we have many things in common, we have the same favorite anime, some of the same favorite movies, we are both really interested in Japan and quite a bit more. We have been talking a lot on the past few weeks and have gotten together to study Japanese 3 times.

I think I have been getting hints from her that she likes me. When we were watching the movie on Sunday I put my arm around her and after a while she leaned into me. This was a little awkward just because another friend of ours was watching the movie with us. She left when my friend left but then texted me afterward to apologize for leaving that quickly. She said it was because she didn’t want it to be awkward with her staying while he went back to his room. Since then we have hung out quite a few times, we had breakfast and lunch on the past 2 days respectively. We studied Japanese in her room and my room on different days and both times i gave her a hug when I was leaving. Today when I was leaving and I hugged her she gave me a good hug and did that thing where you grab someone’s shirt while hugging. It was subtle but definitely happening. earlier today I got a haircut and she saw me sitting at the desk before one of her classes after the haircut. She texted me from class telling me that I was cute =)

I think that finally my mind is not playing tricks on me. This is turning out to be a great week =)

Posted 6 months ago

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