That's what the road to a truck driver can encounter amazing on a daily basis. All images and sounds do not become so great that soon forget and that is enough to know to be a part of their daily lives. Experience that few will ever know, and still less can only dream. I often stop and things like slipping through the back roads of the Blue Ridge Mountains … literally scroll way down a snow-covered Snowqualmie Pass … or deceleration of the platform face downfew notches so that I, the landscape of wild horses through the plains of Wyoming real ……. and, of course, could also enjoy the time I had no choice but to stop in the middle of the road and have that massive, big moose cross in front of me in Caribou, Maine. All images, sounds and wonder who now lives only in my memory …
Although I no longer work on the road, are still "running" here in Florida, with an average of 420 miles per day. Not too long ago, I had to doDelivery in Gainesville, Florida, at a BP station bit 'of gas. Since I moved in, I noticed a thin-looking man huddled under the awning of a building. Night work, which often play with a certain "rough" character to me for money or food job, so keep your eyes on him. It was not long before I knew he was homeless when he approached me and started the conversation:
"As you drive the thing like it?" Asked.
"It's OK," I replied, "Been to" do it for a longTime. "
Stayed with me when I started my job, and everything seemed to go well in order. Only a lonely man, I thought, they need a little 'company. He went to where he stood, and sat next to a duffel bag containing all his belongings. Suddenly he put his hand on his pocket and began shaking up and down and said, "Get up!" Arise! "I focused my attention toward him. Then it began to move his head from side to side, her eyes stinging here and there. I feltto mutter "you're dead … they are all dead."
A massive thunderstorm moved into the area and I worked feverishly for my work is complete before adopting. All of a sudden, a huge thunder and lightning, lightning hit sends me running for cover. I once heard shouting, "Incoming!" He was on the ground with his hands above his head and it was then that I realized something … I became a hero there.
I knew I had to do something for himSo really, I yelled, "Hey … HEY! … Are you hungry?" He got up, sat shivering and a smile crossed his face: "I always hungry, dude," he laughed. I ran towards the car and brought a Gatorade and a sandwich ham and cheese. "Here," he said, "This is my last drop, then I'm home, I can do." As the rain fell in torrents and thunder, I stuck to my new friend, as he liked the free lunch. Posted on the political side of me, and I wondered, why is this man,Why is this hero …. left alone, forgotten by our government and made to live in the street?
During the next thirty minutes we many things. . . the time of alligators in Florida for driving trucks … and with all the teeth-nonsense blast of thunder, he shouted, "BOOM!" followed by laughter. When the storm passed, and then north-west, I said my goodbye and told him to take care of themselves. He shook my hand and thanked mefor the drink and sandwich. Not once did the money or assistance of any kind, was master of himself. . . He was a hero.
When I started, pulled off the road, there was another rumbling sound, followed by a huge bolt of lightning streaks. I looked to see a glimpse of him, looking at the sky, and her eyes sparkled as bright as lightning. . . arms up and down. . . and I knew at that moment was no longer with me in Gainesville, Florida. I gave him aWave Goodbye, but he did not respond. Was no longer there. . . The hero had gone to Vietnam.
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