I woke up late this
morning because, well, I didn't sleep much last
night. I was thinking about one year ago and the
phone call and the chaos and the madness and the
breathing. So I didn't wake up until about 10,
which is already an hour late for my freelance job.
And I took the train into Manhattan and then rushed
out and grabbed a cab to go downtown.
I must have seemed really stressed, because the cab
driver, this guy named Ajit, tells me
to ease off.
"Slow down!" he says. "Too much pace not good for
That's when I just broke down and started crying.
He pulled the cab over to the side and offered some
advice: "Take the day off," he said. "Call in well.
That's what I do when all is too much for
He was right. I went to pay him but he wouldn't
take the money! "Have a day of enjoy!" he said.