a little payback

Driving for Lyft can be quite immersive, and occasionally, one may not immediately recognize their surroundings until they take a moment to look up. The focus on locating passengers can be all-consuming, making it easy to overlook one's environment. I recently picked up a passenger at a local bar, which I prefer not to name. As we began our journey, I noticed a tattoo that seemed familiar, but it took me a moment to place it. Suddenly, the memory came flooding back. The backstory behind this encounter is quite remarkable. When Michelle's sister was alive, Michelle and I would often embark on searches for her, equipped with a backpack of essentials and clean clothing. Rachel struggled with schizophrenia and homelessness, frequently finding herself on the streets. One particular instance stands out, where we found her sitting at a bus stop, engaged in a conversation with herself. Michelle exited the vehicle to approach her, while I remained with the dogs, observing from a distance. The area was known for its high concentration of homeless individuals and sex workers. I recall noticing a car that pulled out of a parking lot, only to return shortly thereafter. As Michelle returned to the vehicle to discuss our next steps, the driver of the car began to urge Rachel to get in. Michelle promptly intervened, firmly telling the individual to leave Rachel alone, as she was her sister. I did not catch the driver's response, but it was clear he was unhappy. Michelle signaled for me to approach, and as I did, the driver attempted to exit his vehicle. I intervened, kicking the door shut, which nearly incapacitated him. Just as I was prepared to further address the situation, the authorities arrived, and the driver hastily departed. Fast-forwarding to last night's encounter, I suddenly remembered the passenger's connection to that incident. I inquired if he recalled the events of that night, and as I pulled over, his complexion turned pale. I apologized but explained that I would have to ask him to exit the vehicle, citing my right as a driver to refuse service. The passenger, who was intoxicated and disoriented, remained silent and complied. I am grateful that I was able to provide a sense of closure, knowing that Michelle and Rachel are smiling down on me from heaven, proud that I stood up for them. I will always cherish the memories of those two remarkable girls