Blogger and author Kent Nerburn relates this touching and unforgettable story that he claims actually occurred when he was driving a cab for a living in Minneapolis.
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 partiers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or someone going off to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town.
When I arrived at the address, the building was dark except for a single light in a ground-floor window. Continue reading
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