In the 1990s, a taxi driver picked up a regular passenger — Tom Hanks. They talked about life, dreams, New York. Hanks was so nice that the driver forgot he was driving a Hollywood star. The ride ended, the actor got out. The driver thought he'd never see him again. But a week later, Tom called him personally and invited him to his Broadway show — with front-row tickets. “Mr. Ferrari, you promised to come,” Hanks said with a smile, remembering the nickname he gave the driver. The driver couldn’t believe it. Tom remembered him. A regular taxi driver. After the show, they drank coffee and talked like old friends. True greatness is in simplicity.
