Twenty years ago, I drove a taxi for a living. One night I went to pick up a passenger at 2:30 AM. When I arrived there, I walked to the door and knocked, "Just a minute," answered a weak, elderly voice. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her eighties stood before me. By her side was a small suitcase. When we got into the taxi, she gave me an address, and then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?" "It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly. "Oh, I'm in no hurry," she said. "I'm on my way to a hospice . I don't have any family left. The doctor says I don't have very long." I quietly reached over and shut off the meter . For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked, the neighborhood where she had lived, and the furniture  shop that had once been ,a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow down in front of a special building and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. In the early morning, she suddenly said," I'm tired. Let's go now." We drove in silence to the address she had given me. "How much do I pay you?" she asked. "Nothing." I said. "You have to make a living," she answered. "Oh, there are other passengers," I answered. Almost without thinking, I gave her a hug . She held on me and said, "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy." The old woman chose to ride through the city in order to   _  .
show she was familiar with the city see some places for the last time let the driver earn more money reach the destination on time