THE FUSE

I was in a New York City taxicab headed for the airport for a flight back to California. All should have been well except for one thing: my driver was out of his mind. Granted, I had made him wait for a few minutes while I was getting my bags. But his level of rage was truly frightening. Fueled by his frustration, he was driving fast and recklessly on the highway around Manhattan. Cowering in the back seat, anxious for our lives and feeling completely powerless, I decided to try an ancient Buddhist practice I had heard about.