Airport Shuttle

After an inspired weekend with some kindred spirit, I stepped into the airport shuttle. The shuttle driver offered me two seat options: the shot-gun seat or the seat way in the back of the van. I said, “You know what, I’m going to take the back seat. That way the next person could enjoy the front seat.” Instantly, he did a double take and smiled. As I got in, he public a public announcement to the four others already in the van: “This man took the back seat just so someone else could have the front. What a nice guy!” Then, he looked at me and said, “Welcome aboard, Sir.” It turns out that John, our driver, has been a native to Santa Fe. His ancestor, dating back to 1800s, were all based in the Native American communities locally. “Yeah, I could tell you anything about Santa Fe,” he joked as we drove to rural landscape and talked about Frito Pies. 🙂 A happy spirit, John served all of us with a full heart and joy.As I got out, I looked in my wallet for John’s tip. I saw that I had twenty dollar bill, so I just turned to him, put his hand on his shoulder and said, “Hey buddy, can I ask you a favor? I’ve got a twenty here. Can I give this to you, and ask you to pay it forward, do something nice for someone else? I just came from an inspired meeting, and I want to dedicate this to them.” As I stuffed the $20 in his fist, he looked at me and said, “Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much.” And he repeated that three times almost. Despite being the “nice guy” who took the back seat, he was surprised at my little act and smiled radiantly as we parted.