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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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once long ago in a land far away, there lived four little characters who ran through a maze looking for cheese to nourish them and make them happy. To were mice named Sniff and Scurry and two were little people, beings who were a small as mice but who looked and acted a lot like people today. Their names were him and haw. Due to their small size, it would be easy not to notice what the four of them were doing. But if you look closely enough, you could discover the most amazing things Every day. The mice and the little people spent time in the maze looking for their own special cheese. The Mayes sniff and scurry, possessing simple brains and good instincts, searched for the hard nibbling cheese they liked, as mice often do. The little people hem and haw used their complex brains filled with many beliefs and emotions, to search for a very different kind of cheese with a capital C, which they believed when make them feel happy and successful. 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 to order. Lease came 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 give 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 that was impatient to end their shift? What if I had refused to take the run or had honked once than driven away on a quick review, I don't think 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.