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It’s tough to get a taxi in midtown Manhattan.

It’s even tougher when, in a group of three, you have one guy (me) with cerebral palsy who is using a collapsible mobility scooter and a visually impaired colleague with a white walking cane.

After several taxis either ignored us or sped away after the drivers recognized our special circumstances, our guy with the cane volunteered to join me in temporarily blending into the background and have his wife, who was traveling with us, take the lead in flagging the next taxi coming around the bend.

She was wearing a short skirt and had nice legs. She began flashing her “gam” very convincingly, and a taxi finally stopped.

After quickly showing our “captured” driver our special needs, he allowed us to pile into the back seat. My scooter went into the trunk with no problem.

We gratefully gave him a generous tip, and I could see the initial concern on his face melt into a combination of relief, pride and appreciation.

* When have you accepted help from someone, who you now realize, also gained a good feeling by providing it?

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