RANDY TRAVIS was arrested late Sunday night for suspicion of public intoxication.� It went down in Sanger, Texas, about 50 miles northwest of Dallas.

--Here's what we know:� Police saw Randy sitting in a parked car, with no lights on, in front of Sanger Baptist Church.� But he wasn't there to worship . . . he had an open bottle of wine and he reeked of alcohol.

--When the cops questioned him . . . he started babbling about having a fight with his girlfriend, and his speech was so slurred they had a hard time understanding what he was talking about.

--And then when Randy was asked to get out of his car, he stumbled all over the place.� That's when he was cuffed, hauled into jail, and booked.� He was released about four hours later.� (--Here's his mugshot.)� (Dallas Morning News)

Btw, Randy's home is in nearby Tioga, Texas, some 20 miles away.

Behind the Scenes look at 98txt with Wild Bill, it's like MTV Cribs except no cool cars or cool stuff or anything like that.  Ok, Maybe it's not like MTV Cribs, it's TXT's Crib!

Hey, here it is!!!!!!!!

This story is called the cab ride and i hope it touches YOU the way it touched me!  -WIld Bill :)

 I arrived at the address and honked the horn.  after waiting a few minutes
 I walked to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me.
She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned
on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had
lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.  There were no
clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase
to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.  She took my arm and we walked
slowly toward the curb.  She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I
told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be
 treated.'

'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave
me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?' 
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..'Oh, I don't mind,' she said.
'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice. '

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have
any family left,' she continued in a soft voice.. 'The doctor says I don't have very
long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. 'What route would you like me
to take?' I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me
the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighbourhood where she and her husband had lived
when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm
tired. Let's go now'. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was
a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a
portico.  Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up watching her every move.  They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.  'How much do I owe you?'  She asked, reaching into her
purse. 'Nothing,' I said Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.
She held onto me tightly.

'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said.  'Thank you.'  I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?  What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. 
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID ~BUT~THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.

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