I always thought I knew everything about my mom. At 65, she was the rock of our family, but all that changed the night I unknowingly hopped into the back seat of a taxi she was driving.
It was one of those moments that makes you question everything.
Seeing her behind the wheel, wearing a driver’s cap like she’d been doing it for years, threw me for a loop. I had no idea what was coming next, but I knew one thing for sure.
I. Needed. Answers.
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Life was going well for me.
At 35, I had a stable job, good friends, and a comfortable apartment in the city. My mom, Ellen, lived nearby, and we talked regularly. Everything in my world felt predictable until that night.
It was a Tuesday, and my coworker Jake and I had just wrapped up dinner at a local diner. We’d both had a long day at work and were joking around as we waited outside for the taxi he’d called.
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“Man, I can’t wait to crash on my couch,” Jake said, rubbing his neck. “Today was brutal.”
“No kidding,” I replied.
My car had been acting up for weeks, so I was grateful Jake had ordered the ride. The cold night air nipped at my face, and I was more focused on warming my hands in my pockets than paying attention to the taxi that pulled up to the curb.
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Jake opened the back door, and we slid in, still chuckling about our boss’s terrible attempt at a motivational speech that afternoon. The car smelled faintly of lavender, and I noticed a knitted cushion on the driver’s seat.
For some reason, it felt oddly familiar, but I didn’t think much about it.
Feeling tired, I leaned back and glanced at the rearview mirror. That’s when my eyes met the driver’s eyes, and I immediately recognized them.
The eyes staring back at me weren’t a stranger’s. They were my mom’s.
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“Mom?” I blurted out, my voice louder than I intended.
Jake snapped his head toward me. “Wait… what? That’s your mom?”
I nodded, but my mind was a whirlwind of questions.
My mom? Driving a taxi? Since when?
Mom’s eyes darted between the road and the rearview mirror. After a few awkward seconds, she let out a nervous laugh.
“Well,” she began. “I guess the cat’s out of the bag.”
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The cat’s out of the bag? I thought.
“What the heck is going on, Mom? Why are you driving a taxi?” I blurted out.
Jake, ever the observant one, gave me a nudge.
“Hey, man,” he said. “If you need some privacy, I can hop out and catch another ride.”
I shook my head quickly. “No, it’s fine.”
Turning back to my mom, I asked again, more softly this time, “Mom… what’s going on?”
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She sighed, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “It’s not what you think, Samuel. I wasn’t planning on you finding out like this.”
“Well, here we are,” I said, my voice rising again. “How long has this been going on? And why?”
Jake shifted uncomfortably next to me.
“Uh… I’ll just get out here,” he said, already opening the door. “Catch you later, Sam.”
“Yeah, sure,” I muttered. I was so distracted that I barely registered his departure.
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When he was gone, I moved to the front passenger seat, staring at my mom in disbelief.
“Mom, seriously. You’ve never even owned a car, and now you’re driving a taxi? Start explaining.”
She glanced at me, her face tired but resolute. “Alright. You deserve to know. But Samuel… please don’t get mad.”
I took a deep breath, steadying my thoughts. “I’m not mad. I’m… confused. And worried. You’ve never even driven before, Mom! When did this start? And why?”
Mom started driving again, keeping her eyes on the road.
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“I’ve been learning to drive for a few months now,” she said.
“A few months?” I repeated. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t want you to worry,” she said.
I let out a humorless laugh. “Well, mission failed. I’m worried, Mom. Worrying is basically my full-time job now.”
She glanced at me. “Samuel, listen to me. It’s about Lily.”
I froze, my heart sinking. “Lily? What about her?”
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Lily is my niece, my sister Anna’s 10-year-old daughter. The brightest spark of joy in our family. Smart, curious, always asking a million questions about the world. But she’d been dealt a cruel hand in life.
A year ago, she was diagnosed with a rare terminal illness, and ever since, it has been like a dark cloud hanging over all of us.
“Mom… what about Lily?” I asked again.
“She told me something a few months ago,” Mom said, her voice thick with emotion. “She said she wanted to see the world before it was too late.”
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“What do you mean… see the world?”
“She wants to see cities, oceans, mountains. She wants to feel the sand under her feet and see the stars from the top of a mountain.” Mom’s voice broke slightly, and she took a shaky breath. “But Anna’s drowning in bills, and you… you’ve got your own life to manage. I couldn’t ask either of you for more.”
“So, you decided to drive a taxi?” I asked, the incredulity slipping back into my voice. “Mom, this isn’t safe. You’ve never done anything like this before!”
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She shook her head. “I know. But what other choice did I have? Lily doesn’t have much time left. I had to do something.”
I leaned back in my seat, rubbing my hands over my face.
“Mom, you’re 65. Why not just tell me? We could’ve figured something out together.”
She shook her head. “You’ve worked so hard to get where you are. I didn’t want you to give up your savings or worry about this. This was something I needed to do.”
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I sighed.
“So, what’s the plan?” I asked. “You’re going to save up enough money and… what? Take Lily on a road trip?”
“Exactly,” Mom nodded. “A road trip. Just me, Anna, and Lily. We’d see the ocean, the Grand Canyon, the mountains. Wherever she wants to go.”
I shook my head, still trying to process everything. “And you were going to do all of this… alone?”
“I was going to try,” she said quietly. “For Lily.”
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I sat in silence for a moment, the weight of her words settling in. My mom, who had never driven a day in her life, was learning to drive at 65.
She was ready to do everything to make her granddaughter’s dream come true.
The next morning, I called Anna.
“Hey, we need to talk,” I told her.
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“What’s wrong?” she asked, concerned.
“It’s about Lily… and Mom.”
I explained everything, from the taxi driving to the road trip plan. There was a long silence on the other end of the line before Anna finally spoke, her voice trembling.
“She did all of this for Lily?”
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“Yeah,” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat. “But we’re not letting her do it alone.”
By the end of that week, we had a plan in place.
We rented a small RV. It wasn’t fancy, but it had everything we needed for a road trip.
Mom would drive, but I’d be there to help navigate. Anna arranged her work schedule, and we told Lily we had a surprise for her.
When we sat Lily down to tell her, her eyes sparkled with excitement.
“A trip?” she asked. “Like, a real trip?”
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“Yes, sweetheart,” Mom said, pulling her into a hug. “We’re going to see the ocean, the mountains, and everything you’ve ever wanted to see!”
“I get to see the ocean?” Lily asked with a smile. “Oh, wow!”
“Yes,” I said, smiling at her. “We’re going to see it all.”
The trip was everything we’d hoped for.
We watched Lily’s eyes widen in awe as she gazed out at the Grand Canyon, her laughter echoing across the vast landscape.
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We stood on a beach in California, her little feet sinking into the sand as the waves lapped at her ankles. She chased seagulls, built sandcastles, and marveled at the endless stretch of water before her.
One night, we found ourselves camping in the mountains, the sky above us filled with stars. Lily lay between Mom and me, her eyes scanning the constellations.
“Grandma,” she whispered, “I think this is my favorite night.”
Mom smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Lily’s face. “Mine too, my love.”
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On our final night, we sat around a campfire. The flames crackled softly, and the scent of toasted marshmallows filled the air.
Lily hugged Mom tightly, her small arms wrapped around her neck.
“Thank you, Grandma,” she whispered. “This is the best Christmas ever.”
Mom’s eyes glistened with tears as she held her. “Anything for you, my love.”
When we returned home, things felt different. Lily’s condition began to worsen, and we all knew what was coming.
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But she carried those precious memories of the ocean, the stars, and the best night of her life, and it made all the difference.
The day we said goodbye to her was the hardest of my life. But as heartbreaking as it was, I knew one thing for certain. My mom was a hero.
Sometimes, heroes don’t wear capes. They don’t need to. They just need a little courage, a lot of love, and, in my mom’s case, a taxi driver’s license.
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Everyone was wondering what happened to Carrie Underwood’s husband
A regular pair on the red carpet is Carrie Underwood and her spouse, Mike Fisher. At the most renowned award shows in the world, such as the Grammys, CMA Awards, and American Music Awards, they have walked together.
Usually, we can’t get enough of how adorable this country music artist and her retired hockey player spouse are together.
One place you can always be sure to see Fisher standing proudly by his wife’s side is the CMT Music Awards. The former star player for the Nashville Predators made appearances with Underwood in the following seasons: 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2018, and 2019.
Following the outbreak, award shows saw a minor change in operation, but Fisher rejoined his wonderful wife in 2022.
On April 2, however, when the 2023 CMT Awards took place in Austin, Texas, Fisher was nowhere to be seen. What’s the deal, then?
Regarding Mike Fisher and Carrie Underwood, don’t assume that there is conflict in paradise. Since his wife was vying for both Female Video of the Year and Video of the Year at the 2023 CMT Awards, he chose not to attend in person to support her.
The “Hate My Heart” singer admitted on the red carpet that her hubby was really on dad duty for the evening when asked where he was.
“My spouse is in command of the children. Usually, he holds down the fort while I work on projects like these. Even at home, she seemed to be watching her three boys since she shouted out to them. Oh no!
Notably, the former hockey great most likely did not have as much access to the 2023 award ceremony as he did in previous years. Nashville, the home of country music, has hosted the CMTs in recent years.
This happened close to Franklin, Underwood and Fisher’s home in a Nashville suburb. Nevertheless, the award ceremony was set to move to Texas in November 2022.
Underwood looked as like she was making the most of her time in Texas, far from her sons, though, as she looked stunning in a two-piece made of rhinestones that would have put her on any Best Dressed list.
Despite being well-known, Carrie Underwood and Mike Fisher make an effort to keep their two kids, Isaiah and Jacob, out of the spotlight. The singer of “Jesus Take the Wheel” and Fisher made the decision not to bring the kids along on tour last year in order to prevent upsetting their routine.
Underwood told ET Canada, “They are not coming with me this time.” “We prioritize my oldest’s education, and she is enrolled in school. We desire for their lives to be as typical as they may be.
Underwood added that Fisher is a hands-on father, which frees her up to focus on her career. I consider myself fortunate as well. I must boast a little about my husband,” she murmured. “He’s got it. He has it under lock and key while I’m not here. I never have to worry about dirty laundry or unpacked lunches.
And considering Fisher’s desire to have a child, that makes sense. He expressed his excitement about becoming a father to The Tennessean prior to Isaiah’s birth in 2015.
“Many people say it’s impossible to explain until it happens, and then it’s the greatest thing ever,” he said about having children. “I’m simply considering how to be the greatest father I can be.”
Although Mike Fisher and Carrie Underwood seem like the perfect couple right now, this wasn’t always the case. Fisher has always wanted to be a loving mother, but Underwood first had doubts about her capacity to be a decent mother.
In the “Mike and Carrie: God & Country” documentary, the country music star said, “I’ve never been fantastic with other people’s children. “Why would I be terrific with one of my own?” She also mentioned that initially, starting a family wasn’t even on her list of priorities.
She said, “I don’t think I ever thought about getting married or starting a family.” “I’m a good solo performer.” Conversely, Fisher was the complete opposite.
Along with my three other siblings, I was raised. In addition, my parents were amazing. And I think all I wanted was something similar,” he said. “I wanted to have a wife like my mother, to be like my father, and to be the best father I could be. and while residing in the nation, bear children.
Nevertheless, everything turned out for the best because Underwood and Fisher and their two kids now reside in the country. Underwood’s whole outlook on parenthood was completely upended after Isaiah was born. It has altered who I am as a person. I feel better now. Most of the time, I’m in a better mood,” she said in an interview with Redbook Mag. “I am completely enamored!”
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