A taxi ride from hell - with God on board
This is a true story. I had stopped driving my own car when this occurred several years ago, so I often used taxis. This story could be called Prayer really does work. ‘ Your taxi’s here,’ my sister called. I was leaving from their place to have dinner with friends at Rochedale. I hurried out to the front and sure enough, headlights shone through the early winter darkness. I waved to Arlene and hastily climbed into the back seat. I was running a bit late but the evening promised to be fun. ‘Rochedale, please,’ I said to the driver and told him the address. He lurched the car out of the driveway and set off down the street. ‘We have to go via the airport,’ he announced in a slightly slurred voice. ‘No, we don’t . Just go down Old Cleveland Road and turn off to Rochedale,’ I said. Surely a taxi driver knew where Rochedale was? The Accident He muttered something inaudible about the airport and set off down Old Cleveland Road, speeding. I felt uncomforta