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Yehuda “YJ” Draiman - Candidate for Mayor of Los Angeles 2017 YJ Draiman is the lead elected official for the Northridge East Neighborhood Council – NENC, he is also the liaison between the NENC and LADWP. As an Energy Efficiency Advocate YJ Draiman is known for his advancement in implementing... More
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  • Who Can Save The City Of Los Angeles From Bankruptcy? - Draiman 1 comment
    Feb 15, 2013 7:57 PM

    Who can save the City of Los Angeles from bankruptcy? - Draiman

    I am a firm believer that you can accomplish more with honey than with vinegar.

    The City of Los Angeles is on the brink of Municipal Bankruptcy. If that happens all of LA City employees will sustain a severe economic and financial blow, which cannot be rectified. The people who reside in the City of Los Angeles will sustain much hardship if this financial situation is not resolved amicably.

    I propose that all parties handling the city finances and all Union organizations and other organizations that service the city should put all the cards on the table. Show all expenses and liabilities, a conservative approach to projected revenues, no fudging of expenses or revenues.

    It is in the best interests of all parties to come to a compromise. Remember a piece of cake is better than no cake at all. Eventually the cow runs out of milk.

    Today's economic and financial situation throughout Los Angeles and the rest of the country as a whole is the worst since the depression.

    The City of Los Angeles must aggressively help businesses in trouble survive and court other businesses to locate in the City of Los Angeles. Businesses create jobs and revenues. We must look at the "multiplier affect of thriving businesses", which creates economic prosperity.

    YJ Draiman

    http://draimanformayor2013.com

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    Author’s reply » Last Cab Ride

     

    I arrived at the address and honked the horn.

     

    After waiting a few minutes I honked again.
    Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away,
    but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked..

     

    'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice.

     

    I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
    After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me.

     

    She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase.
    The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years.
    All the furniture was covered with sheets.
    There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters.
    In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

     

    'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said.
    I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

     

    She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

     

    She kept thanking me for my kindness.

     

    'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers
    the way I would want my mother to be treated.'

     

    'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave
    me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'

     

    'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..
    'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.
    I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening.
    'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'
    The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
    'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.

     

    For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me
    the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

     

    We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were
    newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that
    had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

     

    Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and
    would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

     

    As the first hint of sun was
    creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'.

     

    We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building,
    like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

     

    Two orderlies came out to
    the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were
    solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
    They must have been expecting her.

     

    I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to
    the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

     

    'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.

     

    'Nothing,' I said

     

    'You have to make a living,' she answered.

     

    'There are other passengers,' I responded.

     

    Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

     

    'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'

     

    I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning
    light.. Behind me, a door shut.

     

    It was the sound of the closing of a life..

     

    I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift.
    I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.
    What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

     

    On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

     

    We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

     

    But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully
    wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

     

    PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID,
    OR WHAT YOU SAID ~BUT~THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.

     

    At the bottom of this great story was a request
    to forward this - I deleted that request because if you have read
    to this point, you won't have to be asked to pass it along
    you just will...Thank you, my friend...

     

    Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.
    15 Feb 2013, 07:58 PM Reply Like
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