who had traveled from abroad.
She was a cultured woman, and he took her to her home in
Kallithea.
During the journey, they were talking and the driver told me (Fr.
Nikon) that she was indeed a kind young woman.
When they reached their destination, she looked at the taxi meter,
at the amount she had to pay, she opened her mouth
her purse to give the money,
but she didn't have time: "Excuse me, I'll be right back," she told the
the driver.
She got out of the taxi and entered the house.
The driver waited and waited, but time was running out.
What happened, thought the driver, had he forgotten?
So he knocked on the door of the house the girl had entered.
A woman in black clothes opened the door: "Excuse me, I just need
I just need some money and I'll leave," the driver told her.
"What money", she replied, "for the taxi fare".
- said the man.
The woman saw the taxi car and asked, "For the fare.
the taxi fare?".
"For your daughter, I just dropped her off at the airport."
- The man said.
The woman looked at him: "Who did you bring from the airport?".
"Your daughter who just arrived."
Hearing this, the woman cried and with tears in her eyes turned
and went back inside the house.
The taxi driver was taken by surprise and thought that the
The woman had psychological problems.
He wondered if she had said something too much,
but, thought that the woman might hurt herself, after a while.
A few hours later, he entered the house.
There he was confronted by another angry man,
who said to him: "What you said to her, what you did to her.
You did to her on such a difficult day for us?"
"I'm sorry sir, you don't know me and I don't know you,
I just want my money and I'll leave," said the taxi driver.
"What money," he asked, "money for the distance,
I traveled in the taxi that took your daughter.
from the airport," he replied.
The second man stared at him and asked, "Who did
brought you back from the airport?"
"Your daughter, sir."
The man replied nothing but only turned his gaze to the
table, where there was a large tray of hummingbirds.
food in memory of a dead person) and above it a photograph.
And above the tray hung a photograph of a young woman.
This "coliva" was in remembrance of the fact that two years had passed
since her death.
Why should we accept this?
Be careful, think, don't accept without argument
everything you hear here and there.
The critical mind must be constantly at work.
I've always admired people who believe...
everything they're told.
Faith is a great gift from God.
I have a friend who says: "I never doubted
"about the existence of Jesus Christ, the Virgin Mary,
the saints," so faith is really a gift.
The rest of us let our minds work.
Why should I put up with it?
The unthinkable always happens to taxi driver in Greece
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