03/06/2013
And on the ninth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need someone to help the farmer." So God made a trucker.
God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn in a foreign town, inspect his truck, work all day delivering anything and everything we need to survive, care for everyone traveling the roads, then at the end of the day call his family whom he is away from y...et again." So God made a trucker.
God said, "I need somebody willing to drive a 40-ton truck all night through snow, sleet, and rain with nerves of steel. I need somebody who can repair a truck in zero-degree weather while cars drive by at 70 miles per hour. I need someone who can secure a load to an icy trailer in 40 mile-per-hour wind, and someone who can repair anything with duck tape, baling wire, and elbow grease. I need someone who will drive 600 miles in a single day dodging cars that don't see them in their mirror, then crawl into a foreign bed for a few hours rest. And then longing for their family at home, put in another 600 miles the next day”. So God made the trucker.
God said, "I need somebody strong enough to lift a hundred pounds, yet gentle enough to waive a small child across the street; who will stop his truck for an hour to save a lost dog or stop to assist a scared, single mom whose car has broken down."
It had to be somebody who'd drive straight and steady for hours upon end. Somebody to drive, repair, load, secure, and unload, and serve others that don’t respect them, and watch out for everyone. Somebody who'd keep a family together from thousands of miles away, never asking anyone for anything. Someone who would laugh, and then sigh and then reply with smiling eyes when his son says that he wants to spend his life doing what Daddy does. "So God made a trucker."