Ahmed, my driver to LGA, was loquacious. I was tired. 1 hr of sleep. My stomach hurting. But he blew my mind at the end of my trip w a beautiful, concise, philosophy of acceptance. Not even sure what it was exactly now, but the music of it you know. I felt it. And because I wasn't even supposed to be in that car. I'd gotten in it by accident mistaking it for the uber I summoned. Because of this coincidence. Because of it his plain processing of what is given as what is meant for him was all the more prescient. What was given for me was this particular cab driver, Ahmed, 4 months late on his car payments, on his way to court later that day to have his license revoked, this guy who at the beginning of the ride I had written off as an idiot who could not stop talking to hear himself think, talked himself into my head in such a manner that my trip became our trip. My mind became his serene welcoming of trouble and good fortune. Me and Ahmed. Out there accepting all that is. Into the next great and small coincidence.