I have a dream, a song to singI was serenaded by a stranger, this morning.
To help me cope, with anything
It's funny how life holds you together when you think you might fall apart at the seams.
I was running late for work this morning, having slept very badly the night before. Well, more like I came home from work, passed out, woke up at an odd hour in the night, stayed up for another three hours (thinking and thinking and thinking...), then fell asleep again at 3 a.m. I had to be up at 6:30 this morning. Let's just say I was out the door with 10 minutes left to spare.
Anyway, I was desperate, so I hailed a cab to drive the five minutes it took to get to work.
"Anyonghasayeo, ahjoshshi!" I said with a flustered smile. "Uhh.... Hongpa chodeunghaggyo, jusayeo."
He smiled and nodded his head and drove off. While in the cab, I started fishing through my bag to make sure I had everything I needed for the day. Laptop? Check. I had to finish the worksheets for camp. Cellphone? Check. Wallet? Check. Papers...
"Eodie nara?" he asked, while looking at me in the rear-view mirror. He was asking which country I was from. I learned to answer this question within my first week in Korea. And interestingly enough, it mostly came from cab drivers.
"Canada," I said.
"Ahh... Vancouver Olympics!"
"Yes." I felt as though I'd had this conversation a thousand times, so I was about to put myself on auto-pilot.
But instead of saying anything else, he nodded his head and looked at the road again. I found myself drifting off into my thoughts, when I heard him quietly humming to himself.
"... pushing through the darkness... hmmm hmmm hmmm... I believe in angels..."
"Abba?" I asked, with a knowing grin.
"Yes! I have a dream. You know?" His kind eyes smiled at me and he continued, a little louder. "... something good in everything I see. I believe in angels, when I know the time is right for me.."
Then, I found myself singing the next words with him, "I'll cross the stream - I have a dream."
We reached our destination, and as I proceeded to pay and get out of the cab, I couldn't help but feel lighter and happier. I was so grateful to start my morning off this way. I mean, here I was, in Korea, singing an Abba song with a cab driver in his 50's, and we were actually smiling at each other. I couldn't make these moments up!
"Have a good day, lady!" he said, as he drove off, singing to himself.
I found myself standing on the sidewalk yelling back at him to have a good day as well.
And as I walked the short distance to work, I found myself humming those lovely words that picked me up this morning, "...I believe in angels, something good in everything I see..."
So thank you, ahjoshshi. From the bottom of my soul!