here's my short story...

one october day, a girl sat in her office on the 12th floor of the office bldg she’d given her life to. the phone rings, and the front desk says her mom is on the line. her mom says the girl’s dream had died, her vision had died, her purpose had died. the funeral was in three days. the girl got up, walked to the elevator, and found herself on the sidewalk, waiving down a taxi.

he asked “where to?”. the girl said “drive east.”. after 3 hours of picking people up, and taking them where they wanted to go, in an eastward direction, the taxi asked her again “where to?”. the girl numbly revealed that she’d just found out her dream, vision, purpose had died. she had no idea it was even sick. she’d been meaning to live it for so long. she’d thought about it… but her job had always taken up so much time. and now it’s all dead. the girl was now letting tears drop onto her knees. she said to the taxi “i just have to get out of here. life does not make sense anymore. can you just drive?”. the taxi felt for this woman. he could almost feel himself mourning the loss along with her. he agreed “i will drive east.”, and they continued on.

along the road the taxi and girl picked up and dropped off many different people. some old, some young, wise, dumb, confident, quiet. the girl sat, and contemplated why. the taxi comforted her, by driving.

leaving a south dakota rest stop, the girl thought about missing the funeral. she reached down in the back seat of the taxi to inspect a brown paper bag. what she saw inside shocked her. the taxi said to climb up front so he could take a look. they peered into a lunchbag full of rolled-up $100s, held together by rubberbands. the girl said “here, this is for the ride.”, and they smiled. she rode in the front from then on.

the girl’s mind whirred while she talked with all the people who got into and out of the taxi as they made their way east. some of them she could trust, some she felt were giving her ill advice. she thought about where she failed her dream, vision, purpose. the girl thanked the taxi and explained she was beginning to feel like she could still live.

as they pulled into long island, new york, the taxi said they were making a pit-stop. the girl read the sign as they parked… “skyline city church”. “kind of akward to pit-stop at a church, isn’t it?” she asked the taxi. “let’s go to church.”, he said. inside she learned of a truth based on perfect love. she learned her dream, vision, purpose could be born again. she desperately cried in the taxi’s arms, and was never the same.

today she lives down the street from that october day office bldg, but has not stepped a foot in it since then. she lives her dream, vision, and purpose.