I’m in the backseat of his Toyota Camry hoping for silence.

But then he starts talking about the weather, about inauguration, about what it’s like to be from Burma.

If you’re lucky enough to get an Uber driver with the chops to tell you his life story, you listen. You learn.

“I want to be a politician in Burma,” he tells me and I gawk, eager to find out why.

“Why in the world would you want to do that?”

“I want to help my country. I want to change the lives of the poor people who live there. I tried to run last year. I spent $30,000 and right before the election, the government officials banned me from running because I openly opposed them.”

“Were you devastated?”

“Yes, I cried. But then, I started thinking of how I could run again in 2020.”

“Why in the world would you want to run again after that? Why don’t you just give up?”

I asked him that question on purpose. I find that when someone tells you that they want to keep trying something, even though they failed so hard, so fast the first time, the best question to ask is what kind of fire they have lit underneath their…..”you know what.”

He looks at me through the rear view mirror. We’re in D.C. traffic at 5pm on a Friday. He has time to think about an answer to my question, but he doesn’t need to. He simply spits out this:

“Come on.”

I smile in the backseat. He can’t see me anymore.

“Giving up is not in the dictionary of my life. Giving up will make me a loser and I am not a loser.”

I wanted to hug him. But he was driving and he was a stranger. Some strangers don’t like to be hugged. So I high fived him instead.

“When you want to hit the ball, hit the ball. One strike is just one strike.”

I wish he knew how badly I needed to hear those words on a lonely Friday night, in a city I’ve been to plenty of times before. But I acted cool. Got out of the backseat and smiled again.

He’s right. My goodness, I know he is right. 


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I’m Jen Glantz. I’ve been a published writer for over 13 years, spilling my words into magazines (ranging from style to scuba diving), newspapers, websites and even this one time, a speech, for someone who didn’t speak a word of English. What drives my words, my site, my writing, is the power of relating to people. I find that many people, especially young girls, feel so alone and quite often they feel embarrassed. I want to shatter those feelings! I want them to read what I write and understand that it’s okay to be a little outside of the box, but most importantly, that it is okay to just be who they are.

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