“Lady, you have nothing to worry,” he says, switching to English. “You’re in safety hands. I’m driving 30 years. Don’t worry! Why you worry?”
MORE EMUNAH I get out of the car with shaky legs and pay the taxi driver. He gives me a big smile. “Todah rabbah. Remember more emunah!”
S ettling into the back of the taxi I open my pocketbook and go through my usual ritual.
First I check if I have my mobile phone. Oh good it’s nestling at the bottom of the bag with my wallet. Next house keys. Where are my house keys? I just used them to lock up so I should have them on me right? I search through all eight compartments of my bag but no key.
I’m about to have a major panic attack thinking I must have left them in the door when I suddenly realize they’re in my jacket pocket. Baruch Hashem. Now for my reading glasses. Since I made aliyah I gave up the notion that a ride in a taxi is an opportunity to relax.
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