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Every truck has a driver

Posted Apr 09 2012 12:04am
Most of you probably know that my husband was an over the road truck driver last summer/fall for a few months (that's all he could handle).  Basically out of desperation with the failing job market here in Arizona and the tanked construction market, he decided to go to truck driving school and get his CDL. In about 8 weeks, he traveled over 20,000 miles in 41 states from coast to coast.  

It wasn't as hard for me as it was for him as I just immersed myself in work and kept myself busy.  But sometimes he'll say something to me that lets me know just how much being on the road those few weeks changed him.

On Christmas Eve we were driving across the Valley to his parents' house and he said, "That poor guy is going to be away from his family for the holiday." And I said, "Honey, you don't know that.  Maybe he's a local driver."  "Nope, that's a sleeper.  He won't be home for Christmas."  I could tell how sad he was about that guy being away from his family and it made me sad too.

He now comments on the quality of trucks and loads too.  He tells me why one would be better than another.  We'll walk outside to some nasty, muggy weather and he'll say "This is what Florida feels like."  I've never been to Florida!  I was so jealous that he knew that.  He'll compare a Wal-Mart to the totally blue one he saw in Minnesota.  "Imagine a Wal-Mart with even more blue."  He saw so much in that short time.

Well, it hit me, just how hard that truck driving career is.  Last week Dallas had some really bad tornadoes.  I heard them talking about it on the news.  Whatever, no biggie.  Then they two djs started talking about the footage.  "Did you see those 18 wheelers?  The tornadoes threw those around like they were made of paper.  It was like a scene out of Twister."  

And my heart dropped.  Those trucks had drivers.  Those drivers had families.  Those families had wives away from their husband while he drove from coast to coast helping our country run.  And then I realized just what Jason had done and just what could have happened to him.

So, the next time you drive by a big truck (and you will the next time you get in your car), think about the man driving it and remember his family far away from him and let him have the right of way just one time so that, hopefully, he can get home quick and give his wife a hug and kiss.
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