It was my first trip on
Uber Pool to see a notation reading, "Driver may be deaf or hard
of hearing." Indeed he was totally deaf, but other than
limiting my "usual" conversation, the drive went very
smoothly through busy traffic. He appeared to be in his 30's, and
seated next to him on the front seat, I could notice that his stylish
cap read" Ethiopia". I tried to converse with him by
stating that I had been to nearby Egypt!
How remarkable that I,
because of my handicap in walking, was being assisted by a recent
immigrant who was totally oblivious to the spoken word. I smiled at
him in our mutual derision at the lady who insisted that he make a
difficult turn in horrible traffic in order to take her merely
one=half block closer to her designated address. I wondered what he
must've thought about the American fetish for ease and service.
How I wish I could have
the opportunity to converse with him to learn more about his possible
trials or tribulations in entering our country. How I wish I could
show that I would like to be his friend. But at least I luckily
remembered that giving him my business card might be some evidence of
friendship.
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