Eighteen Wheels...

His hours are long. The miles he sees on one run are more than many people will see in their entire life time. The job isn't glorious or fancy, and yet that's exactly why he loves it.He's on call all the time depending on the season. The phone rings and he starts up that old truck, and he's gone with the wind.She worries when he leaves, even if she refuses to admit it. She tells herself he knows what he's doing, and she knows Jesus rides shotgun. She's grown accustomed to instinctively saying a prayer everytime she sees a hay trailer or bull rack. With every passing mile, she prays a little harder for good weather and good drivers along his route.He keeps those big wheels turning, and she keeps the home fires burning. They'll fall together at the end of the road until the phone rings again.Such is the life of a trucker.Now for a very important PSA ❤: The next time you end up behind a semi truck, be patient. Be respectful of the driver and their load. The driver is someone's husband, wife, parent, son, or daughter. They are human, just like you and I. Pulling out in front of them, slamming on your brakes, or cutting them off puts both their safety and yours at risk.At the end of the day, we just want our truck driver to come home, safe and sound, just as you want to make it to your destination alive. Don't be the reason someone becomes a widow or loses their daddy. Nothing is as important as human life.❤ Richelle