Life or Something Like It

My final fare on Monday night was an interesting one indeed.

He had missed his train and so decided to have dinner and then take a taxi home. The service was apparently horrible at the restaurant including being served the wrong food. He talked about a cleaners where he had dropped his laundry to be washed and folded but they only ran it through the dryer without washing it.
"None necessary" i said when offered an apology for his rant.
He went on to tell me that he just does not like people at this point in his life. He had just gotten out of jail where he had to stay for a long time, more than four years.
My first reaction was to want to know what he had done to deserve such a fate but it didn't feel right to ask. If he wants to tell me he will and that's it that's all there is.
I continued on toward his home which is in a particularly run down section and as we drove he told a horrific story of losing a daughter to a drunk driver. After that, in his words he "lost it."
This drunk driver actually killed 2 girls in that accident and was released from prison after only around two years, less than half of his own sentence. He never said what he was convicted of but at this point that seems a minor detail.
Now he's involved in helping drug addicts to get their lives turned around and plans to make a career out of it.
I salute this man.