On Saturday, as I stepped off a BOLT bus in the City of Brotherly Love, a middle-aged brown man approached me as if he had something important to say. He moved closer and in a soft-spoken voice, he uttered, “taxi?”
I relaxed, realizing that he was simply peddling rides not street pharmaceuticals.
Famished, I accepted his offer while following him to the bronze-colored mini-van parked across the street. “Are you a real taxi?” I asked with a hint of suspicion.
And like a retired schoolteacher he corrected me by saying, “No, I am a jitney” — pronouncing each word with precision.
We made small talk. He’s never been to New York. He used to have a real job. He writes plays in his spare time. His latest being about high school teenagers or something like this. Some of them have been produced and performed on a live stage. He wrote plays in high school and college. I could tell it’d been awhile by the nostalgia looming between every other word. I was impressed but I don’t know exactly why. I guess I hadn’t expected him to be a playwright but I also didn’t have any other profession in mind. In usual KLa fashion, I queried:
Have you lived here your whole life?
What do you like to do when you’re not driving people around?
Have you ever lived any where else?
“No but I’m going to move down south and buy a house. I’m saving money and waiting on Social Security so I can retire.”
The jitney man was slowly driving through the bustling streets, he said he plans to move to Alabama where the cost of living is the lowest of all U.S. states. He explained that he can buy a three-bedroom house for $40,000 with land on all sides. I tried picturing a big house in Alabama since I’ve never been.
Reading my mind, he said, “there are some pretty parts down there you know.”
“I bet”, I said to assure him that I’m on his side.
“I would have more money if I wasn’t always chasing girls.”
“Girls?” I repeated. “I hope you aren’t messing with girls. You are too old for that”, I scolded unintentionally.
“No, no. Not girls, I mean ladies”, he remarked.
I wanted to know if it was it worth it so I asked him.
Well, honestly, I don’t know. I haven’t been so lucky lately.
“You know where you can find a woman?”, I teased.
“Church. Those single church-going-women usually wanna be married.”
“Oh I wouldn’t do that. That wouldn’t be honest. I mean, I listen to church music but I don’t go to church. That’s all I listen to really … but I couldn’t do that. You’re funny”, he said trying to change the subject.
I persisted, “are you spending money on women. If so, you better be getting lucky.”
“Well, not really I like gambling.”
“And I think you must like smoking cause your car smells like cigarettes.”
“Yeah that too.”
“Do you have a problem because there are many resources for help nowadays.” my tone changed as an expression of sincerity.
“No, well I don’t know. Sometimes I think I do. It’s hard.”
“This may be why you are not having much luck with the women Mister. You need to get yourself together. What woman wants to be with a smoking gambler who loves chasing girls? I believe you attract what you are. You cannot attract the woman of your dreams until you become the man were born to be (or aspire to be). I’m just talking about the basics, you don’t need to be super fine or the heavy weight champ of the world.”
I felt a sunshine-y sermon churning inside of me so I shut up and focused towards the outside allowing him to think about what had just been said. Luckily, we had arrived at the corner of where I needed to be.
I asked if he had change for a twenty then waited for him to slide open the van door.
He was smitten, I could tell by the way he handed me the dollar bills then announced, “I hope to see you again one day.”
“Thank you and best wishes in Alabama,” were the only words that fumbled out of my big mouth. I hope I didn’t hurt his feelings.
He could no longer keep himself from smiling and I could see that he only had one tooth on the top row of his mouth–just one–and less than a handful on the bottom row. In my head, I revised my earlier statement: What woman wants to be with a one-tooth smoking gambler who loves chasing girls?
Later that night as I fell asleep I thought to myself:
What kind of men have I attracted and why?
And what type of people in general do I wish to attract in the future?
What about you?
Where can you make improvements in your life to attract what or who you desire most?
Oh! I mentioned last week that I would write about vitamins, another overwhelming market. The ultimate goal is to get your vitamins from fresh, live fruits and vegetables and sustainably-raised forms of protein. Take just one multivitamin daily as suggested (or half in the morning and half at night) for optimal health plus get a little sunshine when possible.
Currently, I take Rainbow Light: Prenatal One – Food-Based Multivitamin. It’s vegan and free of artificial colors, flavors, sweeteners, preservatives, or additives plus it contains no sugar or lactose. It has made me sleepy so I take it after dinner, before bedtime.
You can also participate in Dr. Weil’s Vitamin Advisor to see what is recommended for you (it takes 3-minutes). It’s also best to consult with your doctor.
Choosing the right vitamin is like picking the perfect underwear, sex toy, or toothbrush. It’s personal and we all have different needs.
In the meantime, eat something green and something red, every single day and drink two glasses of water when you rise, two before lunch (or one hour after breakfast), two before dinner, and one glass well before bedtime.
in gratitude and with love,