A/N; are you a ftr (first time reader) or a rr (re-reader)?
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"Out of all the places you could have picked, you've chosen to do your work practice in a state prison for men?" The affable cabdriver wonders, as his curious brown eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror.
"Yes," I breathe out as I stare out of the window on my right side, noticing how we've entered a quiet, undisturbed piece of land, "I have indeed chosen to do it there and honestly, I'm not sure what I was thinking when I did so. Sometimes I feel like it supports what I believe in but sometimes I keep thinking it was just a quite reckless and last-minute decision."
"Actually," He interrupts as he turns left, not taking his eyes of the road this time. "I feel like it shows how brave and how dedicated you are towards your study, your visions and hope for people who have been outcasted by the world by possibly making a single mistake."
"My visions?" I ask myself more than anyone else and need a few minutes to think about that, gazing around and taking in my unknown surroundings.
"We all have our own," he shrugs and continues to speak about his as he notices how I've gotten eager to hear more, "It's what we believe in. What we're willing to work our asses off for. I may look like an old man, which I obviously am," he adds jokingly, "but even I am still working for my visions, my goals. Being a cabdriver is just for the money that I need to help turning my visions into my reality. The visions I've set for myself way back when I was still locked up from the world."
I eye the harmless man behind the steering wheel as an urge to know more about this friendly man's story rakes through me.
"You went to jail?" I can't help but surprise myself by bluntly asking him.
He chuckles as he makes another turn, "You wouldn't say that, huh?"
I slightly nod, "I would have never thought so."
Quickly tying my hair into something that turns out in a somewhat messy bun, I continue to explain myself. "It's not a bad thing though. I don't think everyone who goes to jail or gets arrested for a simple crime, needs to be labeled as bad. I don't think that at all. We all makes mistakes and that's what makes us human. We were created to make mistakes, work to receive second chances from people and ask for forgiveness from none other than God. And to me, giving second chances as the victims is what keeps us humane. Ofcourse, depending on the crime." I do not hesitate to add the last part, truly aware that some actions cannot and will not be forgiven.
Actions such as taking life from an innocent.
The cabdriver does not respond as he proceeds to listen with a faint smile playing on his friendly features, his eyes slightly wrinkling at the corners.
