Pastor Bonus from Ostia… Does anyone have any further information on this image?
Pastor Bonus from Ostia… Does anyone have any further...
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cavesoflilith: As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead...
As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival)
A sweet lesson on patience.
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’
‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
through downtown?’
‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.
‘Nothing,’ I said
‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.
‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.
‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.so perfect..
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paintasyoulike: Rembrandt and his Leiden school painted with...
Rembrandt and his Leiden school painted with the “patience of saints, and the industry of ants” in order to “take the illusionistic depiction of objects to their furthest extremes.” This self-portrait is an example, done in 1629. (Wetering, P 160)
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funeral-wreaths: Dante Gabriel Rossetti, ‘The Palace of Art’
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deadpaint: Eleanor Fortescue Brickdale, The Uninvited Guest
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malebeautyinart: a-slice-of-awesome: Aleksey Morozov Aleksey...
a-slice-of-awesome: Aleksey Morozov
Aleksey Morozov was born in 1974 y. He graduated the Surikov Art Institute. In 1999 went to Provence to study classic sculpture. He works in the genres of sculpture, drawing and painting. Combines contemporary art with classical.
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necspenecmetu: Pieter Boel, Still Life with Globe and Cockatoo,...
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Jean-François Millet Spring at Barbizon, 19th century
Jean-François Millet
Spring at Barbizon, 19th century
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brazenswing: Jean-Jules-Antoine Lecomte du Nouÿ: Homère...
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artemisdreaming: . She was extending a hand that I didn’t know...
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She was extending a hand that I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.
~Jonathan Safran Foer
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billyjane: Edward Steichen - Therese Duncan on the Acropolis,...
Edward Steichen - Therese Duncan on the Acropolis, Athens, 1921.
… from Edward Steichen: Lives in Photography, by Todd Brandow and William A. Ewing, Foundation for the Exhibition of Photography, and the Musee de l’Elysee, Lausanne, 2007.
[one more from this session here]
thanks to realityayslum
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Vilhelm Hammershøi The collector of coins, 1904
Vilhelm Hammershøi
The collector of coins, 1904
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peira: Claude Monet: Study of Olive Trees (1884)
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centuriespast: The Star falling into the Pit of Hell and the...
The Star falling into the Pit of Hell and the Plague of Locusts; above an angel blowing a trumpet. On verso part of another illustration to the Apocalypse. Illustrations to an unidentified New Testament edition. c.1523
Print made by Georg Lemberger
The British Museum
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reblololo: The Abduction Paul Cezanne 1867
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Detail of Herod and Head Of John, Donatello, Feast of Herod
Detail of Herod and Head Of John, Donatello, Feast of Herod
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