Mr. D., the taxi driver

Last September 28, we rode a taxi going to Teachers Camp for the last day of our church festival. The driver, Mr. D., was very friendly. He greeted us, and his dispatcher (via walkie talkie) after he started the engine.

On the way, he told us that he would usually let people who were on their way to church ride on his taxi for free. For him it was his form of service for the people of God who were on their way to worship Him. He said that even though we had different religions we still worship the same God.

He started to talk about how much he appreciated ‘trash-pickers’, people selling on the streets, people working hard just to provide for their family and send their children to school. He despised those who stole just for easy money. He didn’t buy the ‘I just want to provide for my family’ excuse that theives would say when they got interviewed by the media after they got caught.

Then he told us his story. He was an ex-con imprisoned for 15 years. He was part of the special forces during the Marcos regime. He was on death row, the next person to be shot by the firing squad. And then the late President Marcos woke up and stopped the execution. That was when he said that God really loves him. He served his time in prison. He was evangelized by the Baptists who were active in prison ministry. When he got out, he attended services at various churches – Catholic, Baptist, and Evangelical. He said that he was able to get an NBI clearance to go abroad despite being an ex-con. He is from Manila and he settled here in Baguio. He married his wife who is from Lepanto, Mankayan, Benguet.

At this point, we arrived at Teachers Camp. I would have loved to hear the rest of his story. His story is his testimony to others. I believe that we weren’t the only passengers who heard or know of it. I pray that his passengers will be touched by his story, and turn to God, too. Thank you, Mr. D.

As I got out, I noticed the name of his taxi, “Sniper…”, remembering that he was part of the special forces. I hope I get to ride on his taxi again.

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