I had two Gin & Tonics and called an Uber. Eugene, an African American gent in his mid 60’s picked me up and I sat quietly in the car looking out the window at the Nashville skyline. Eugene had a calmness about him that was difficult to describe. Being in his presence made you feel like the world was spinning slower in a sort of sunny Saturday afternoon kind of way. His voice sounded like something you’d hear on a meditation cassette. I asked Eugene what he did for a living besides driving Uber and not to my surprise he said he was a therapist. I asked him if that was why his voice sounded the way it did and he said yes. He said when you talk to people whose worlds are burning down you keep your voice quiet, steady, still and consistent. He said your voice controls the energy in the room and in many ways it controls the emotions of the individual in front of you. Moments later we pulled up to my stop. I got out of the car and before I shut the door I told him I thought he was a great therapist. He nodded, smiled and drove off. Still to this day I’m not sure if Eugene drives Uber because he has to or because he’s out late at night putting out fires. I’d guess the latter.
By Cole Schafer.
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