The Power of Magic

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Robin Williams stepped into a yellow New York City taxi one evening after an exhausting day on set. The driver, an older man with a worn face and a quiet demeanor, barely looked up as the actor settled in.

… As the conversation flowed, the subject shifted from the taxi business to the man’s personal journey. When Robin asked about his passions, the driver hesitated, but something about Robin’s approachable nature made it impossible not to open up.

The man admitted he had once dreamed of being a musician. Years ago, he had spent countless nights playing the saxophone in small jazz clubs in the Bronx. Music had been his escape, his joy, his identity. But life’s responsibilities had eventually taken over. Family, bills, and the need for stability pushed him to put his saxophone away and step into the driver’s seat of a cab, trading melodies for miles on the odometer.

Robin listened intently…He asked if the man still played, and the driver confessed that the instrument had been gathering dust in a closet for years. There had been no time, no energy, and, over time, no belief that it mattered anymore.

As the cab reached its destination, Robin encouraged the man to pick up his saxophone again. He reminded him that the world needed music and that the joy he felt playing it years ago was still within him, waiting…