My taxi driver was a man with compassion. As my brother and I helped mum out of her wheelchair, he opened the boot and came out of his vehicle ready to help.
As we helped mum into his taxi, he asked if he can help keep the wheelchair in the boot, and he did.
My mum fell at home and while nothing was visibly broken, she'd been complaining about a nagging pain on her shoulder. She's 76 and we didn't want to take any chances so we decided to bring her to A&E in case something's broken.
When we arrived at the hospital, my taxi driver once again helped with the wheelchair. As my mum was really slow, he waited patiently for her to move onto her wheelchair and for me to wheel her to safety before I pay the fare.
We're blessed with good taxi drivers and may he be blessed with good passengers as well.
