Passenger Journal (stage four cancer)

Recently, I transported a gentleman diagnosed with stage four cancer. I get in front of his place of residence and wait for at least four minutes. As an Uber driver we are only required to wait about three minutes. Myself, if you are not visible by then and are not answering your phone I cancel the trip. An African American man suddenly appear out the door, I will just call him Bob, disheveled appearing as though he is having trouble dressing himself. He asked me for more time. I said ok. He returns back inside and come out smoking a cigarette. Then he begin to talk about his condition; stage four cancer. “The Doctors have given me an expiration date he says.”  No more than a year maybe more. Typically, if the opportunity presents itself when I hear something like this from passengers I minister to folks my experience with my faith and healing. Not proselytize just testimony. If you respond I pray for you. If not its ok. Well he did not respond. His words were “It is what it is.” He accepted the diagnoses and fate whole heartedly it seemed. I don’t know that for sure that’s what he said. I like to accept folks for where they are and respect them from where they are in life. Not force something on them that they don’t want. Often men are too proud, feel guilty for what ever reason, or don’t want to appear weak, settled deep in depression unconsciously.