Taxi Driver

Way back in 2004, the family suffered a setback, and a near devastating blow for the wife. Her father owned his own taxi, a single black and white cab that he had worked his socks off to buy, and worked even harder to make it work.

Just before new years eve, my father-in-law suffered a massive heart attack. Luckily he wasn’t driving when it happened. We rushed to hospital the moment we heard the news and stayed there for hours. He underwent open heart surgery the day before new years eve and we waited and waited and waited, staying in a day room, sleeping a little, pacing and drinking coffee. The good news reached us by way of the surgeon that he had come through the operation very well.

Relieved, we went home after we’d taken a look at him whilst he slept.

When the clock welcomed a new year in, me and my wife were asleep in the living room as the kids looked out of the window, watching the fireworks light up the sky.

Needless to say, my father-in-law wasn’t allowed to drive for a long time after the operation. That left him and his wife with a problem. She didn’t work, the only form of income they had was the taxi. At the time I was working full time, working shift patterns, days, afters and nights. I offered to drive the taxi after I had finished my daily shifts and to drive it every weekend. Dave, my father-in-law managed to procure a driver for the hours I was at my ‘Normal’ job and I took over the helm after work.

I was pretty fit and healthy back then, so I didn’t see any problems. I took the test taxi drivers have to take, passed it and started earning money to try and keep my family afloat.

I will write another post soon about my experiences as a taxi driver.

29 thoughts on “Taxi Driver

  1. Did you do the ‘Knowledge’? If you did (particularly while working another job) well done! I’ll look you up for directions next time I’m in the Old Dart. I drove taxis in Sydney for a long time. I’m now an alcoholic and don’t answer the door when anyone knocks. Also, I can’t look in the mirror when I shave – the psychological scars from driving run too deep.

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      1. Hi John, while its true I drove cabs in Sydney for a long time, re- the rest, I was being ironic – expressing what I think of that experience. Black cab driving in England was always regarded as an honourable career choice and I think still is (black cab drivers made a good living), despite the inroads made by cut-throat Uber but in Australia since the 80s, taxi driving has increasingly been considered the work you do ’till you find something (anything) better. I did it to support myself during my years of academic work.

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  2. How very kind of you to step up and take on that responsibility. This is what family and community is all about. I can’t wait to hear all about John’s Taxi Adventures 😊

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