A cab driver in Athens picked up a young woman from the airport who had arrived from abroad.
She was a cultured woman, and he took her to her house in Kallithea.
Kallithea.
During the ride, they talked and the driver told me (Fr.
Nikon) that she was indeed a noble young woman.
They arrived at their destination, She looked at the taximeter,
at the amount she had to pay, she opened up
her wallet to hand over the money,
but didn't have time: "Excuse me, I'll be right back," she said to the
to the driver.
She got out of the cab and went into the house.
The driver waited and waited, but time was running out.
What happened, thought the driver, had she forgotten?
And so he knocked on the door of the house the girl had entered.
A woman in black clothes opened the door: "Excuse me, I only need
money and I'll leave," the driver told her.
"What money," she replied, "For the cab fare."
- said the man.
The woman saw the cab car and asked, "For the fare
cab fare?".
"For your daughter, I just brought her from the airport."
- said the man.
The woman looked at him, "Who did you bring from the airport?"
"Your daughter who just arrived."
Hearing this, the woman cried out and with tears in her eyes turned
back and entered the house.
The cab driver was caught off guard and thought that the
The woman had mental problems.
He wondered if he'd said something he didn't mean,
but decided that the woman might hurt herself, after a while.
a short time later, he went into the house.
There he was confronted by another angry man,
who said to him, "What did you say to her, what did you do to her.
done to her on such a difficult day for us?".
"Sorry sir, you don't know me and I don't know you,
I just want my money and I'll leave," said the cabbie.
"What money," he asked, "Money for the distance,
I traveled in the cab that took your daughter
from the airport," he replied.
The second man stared at him and asked, "Who did
you brought back from the airport?".
"Your daughter, sir."
The man didn't answer anything, only shifted his gaze to the
table, where there was a large disk of koliv.
food in memory of a deceased person), and above it a photograph.
Above the disk hung a photograph of a young woman.
This "kolyva" was in memory of the fact that two years had passed
since her death.
Why should we accept this?
Beware, think, don't accept without arguments
everything you hear here and there.
The critical mind must be working all the time.
I've always admired people who have faith
everything they're told.
Faith is a great gift from God.
I have a friend who says, "I've never doubted
"about the existence of Jesus Christ, the Blessed Virgin Mary,
the saints," so faith is really a gift.
All the rest of us let our minds work.
Why should I put up with it?
The unthinkable always happens to cab driver in Greece
