That day, the rain had just stopped and the sky was sunny. He received a lift from an office worker, dressed neatly, wore high heels, and bright red lips. As soon as she saw his motorbike, she swerved from the helmet to the saddle and asked grinning her face: "The motorbike doesn't have a cushion? I wear light-colored clothes, what if I sit down and get dirty?".
He said nothing, temporarily taking the old jacket and covering it with a saddle. She hesitated to sit up, her legs shifted to one side. For nearly 10 kilometers, she repeatedly reminded him: "You go carefully, I have a back injury." When she arrived, she got out of the car, did not thank, nor did she greet her for a sentence. Once he welcomed a young man with brilliant yellow hair and a headphones as big as a bowl. He jumped into the car and said: "You go fast, I'm livestreaming!" As soon as he ran, he turned his phone and screamed: "Everyone is watching this, why are motorbike taxi drivers so bored, like turtles and cows! I am being murdered here! When he arrived, he took out a dilapidated bill, lost 5 thousand and then disappeared like a wind. But not everyone is like that. Once he took an old woman home from the hospital. It was raining heavily, he sat behind, holding a medicine bag, his shoulders trembling from the cold but did not grit his teeth. He ran slowly, leaning to protect him from the wind. When I arrived, the old man paid me an excess of 10,000 VND, telling me, I dont have to return it, its hard to go in the rain. He shook his head, not getting married but was happy.
Working as a motorbike taxi driver, he understands that everyone has their own story. Some are upset, some are in a hurry, some are too tired to say. But sometimes he wondered, just carrying people for a few kilometers, but why do they often have to carry their own feelings? To make a living in this profession, he needs to be steady, but more importantly, strong in spirit. But no matter how hard life is, you must know how to find joy from the good things you meet on the road Every day I choose a joy. Choose flowers and smiles... (from the song Every day I choose a joy by musician Trinh Cong Son).
