I would like to acknowledge the taxi driver ( young good looking black man who is from Gambia and has a very calming voice) who transported me to Henry Ford Hospital on November 13, 2015 at approximately 9:30am. He asked me where I wanted to go and I burst out crying. He asked me if it was for a family member ( my father was going in for exploratory). As we left the airport, he asked me if I wanted to pray with him for things to go easy for my father and that he would continue to pray for him that day. It turned out that when I got to the hospital, I found out that my dad passed at that time when we were praying. I want to thank him for being my taxi driver. I will always remember his compassion and kindness.