I met Sarah in a Uber and she was my driver to St.Petersburg. I felt really anxious talking to her after all she’s just another stranger. She has dark black hair, a smile that brightens the night. I asked her how long she has been an Uber for as a conversation starter. She then said:”I only started about a week ago. It’s been really tough lately for me and my roommate on campus.” I felt quite bad for her. She works two minimum wage jobs and on top of that she works as a Uber. As soon we arrived at my grandmas apartment I gave her a tip of $20. She thanked me and said that it’s going to help her tonight. Right when I was about to leave the car, I forgot something: her phone number. I ran back to the car and asked her. I woke up realizing it was all a dream. I took my medicine and went to the kitchen for breakfast. I turned on the tv and the news came on as usually at 7 in the morning. There was a hostage situation in a Uber at 6:30. The news paper came in.
The headline for today was:”After all this, I realized that I owed it all to her” those were the last words of a emotionally disturbed man after taking his life on camera.
"Come," I said, with decision, "we will go back; your health is precious. You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, as once I was. You are a man to be missed. For me it is no matter.
My friend made me assuage in a situation when we got in trouble and when we got out of the principal office I got the sentient back In My legs message me if you want a better answer it wasn’t my best work
