Crossing a busy Boston street today, a cabdriver stopped so I could cross. There was no traffic light or stop sign or even crosswalk to demand he stop, yet he stopped anyway.
Now, cabbies aren’t known to stop for much of anything and they have good reason for that. Time is money for them in a closer connection than for most other jobs. The faster they end one trip, the sooner they pick up another fare. One more fare can be a big increase.
Yet today, the driver made a decision that letting me cross was worth the moments it cost him. He chose me over money. It made my day.