Two weeks ago, I met a taxi cab driver who has a wife and three kids to support. They all live in Maryland, and during the week the cab driver tutors French to high school students. Every Friday after work, he takes a train from his home in Annapolis Maryland to Penn Station in New York City, then another train to Queens. He arrives in Queens at three o'clock in the morning, walks to his friend's apartment and sleeps on the sofa for two hours. He wakes up, takes a bus to pick up his cab, then drives in the city all of Friday, all of Saturday, and all of Sunday. On Sunday night he returns to Queens and drops off his cab, takes a train to Penn Station, then a train back to Maryland, then he does it all again.
From the time I got into the cab driver's car, to the time I reached my destination, he told me his story with humor in his heart, ease in his body, and a smile on his face.