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a taxi ride gave me perspective

Posted by sieni on August 21st, 2008 — Posted in Random moments

This morning Tara and I caught a taxi to our weeekly Rose Garden class, and halfway there the taxi driver turns around, looks at Tara and asks me how old she is. I reply and then ask him whether he has kids of his own. He says tiredly, “Nine”. NINE?! At first, I think, because of his poor English, he means a nine-year-old child. But no. He goes on, “I have nine children. All boys.” Nine boys?! “First three, then one, then two, then one, then two again. We wanted a girl.” Holy moley smokey! Respect to his wife. Reminds me NEVER to complain about how difficult it can get with just one!