Getting into a taxi is like sticking your hand into a box of chocolates
I heard this story from my son-in-law, Reb Naftali Brandman — the passenger in the taxi.
IFyou’ve ever had the opportunity to spend time with an Israeli taxi driver, you know such an encounter has the potential to go in any number of directions. Will your driver be a loquacious gentleman with opinions on everything from how to win the war in Gaza to what to do about chareidim in the army? Or a morose former business owner who now spends his days ferrying people around? Getting into a taxi is like sticking your hand into a box of chocolates — you just never know what you’re going to get.
One thing I do know: It’s not very common to find a chilled-out Israeli taxi driver. But one day I got into a cab and realized this one was different. I asked him how he got this way.
“I know that I will only make the amount of money I am supposed to make, no matter what. Because I understand this simple idea, I choose to receive my money in a kosher way. It doesn’t matter if a person asks me to turn on the meter or not. Either way, I always take the fastest route for them.
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