Houston-We have liftoff
"If you guys can go to the other side of Houston, I can have you on your way home, the dispatcher said. Home...we had not been to Vermont for nearly 6 weeks. As we left the truck stop, with the idea of a load going home, everything seemed to be going right. I climbed into the passenger seat and began to rest.
We were not going that fast, but 15,000 pounds of truck on a slippery surface of fresh rain upon an oily road was more than the brakes could handle. We had just begun to enter traffic, but the rear of the truck let go as the brakes were applied. As if in slow motion, I looked to the left to see the beverage truck bearing down on us. As it hit the left side of the cab, I was thrown about only to have the passenger door open and be thrown to the curb. Welcome to Houston! As a policeman came up to the front of the truck and I lay on the ground, I heard him talking to my driving partner. Looking at the state stickers, he asked "which one we were using today?" The soda truck driver had been doing well over 60 , but our inability to completely stop had been too much. Cases of soda littered the ground and I just had one big headache. In moments our beautiful truck had been damaged and my head was reeling. Fortunately, the fault was to be of the beverage truck driver. He had been speeding, but I was nervous about what my dad would say about his new truck.
In one moment, despite our caution, life had come suddenly. No matter that we had worked hard to avoid it. And when the officer had asked what license we were using, I felt anger rise up in me. We sure don't belong here, I had thought. I just want to be out of here, out on the highways, where freedom reigned. No lights, no signs, no people.
What is it in my life that I have been cautious about? Have I been so cautious as to have missed the really big part of life bearing down on me? Have I watched my health, listened to doctors and friends, or have I been focused on getting where I wanted to go? What is that small, quiet voice trying to say to me?
Sometimes our best intentions and desires are interrupted by that actions of others, or simply circumstances. Storms of life that change our day, even our life. How do i handle that? do I get frustrated with those trying to help? Or do I realize this is the card dealt today and work towards acceptance? And perhaps the wrongness needs more of me to be involved, not being a spectator but a participant. Am I prepared to move with the changes of life?
We were not going that fast, but 15,000 pounds of truck on a slippery surface of fresh rain upon an oily road was more than the brakes could handle. We had just begun to enter traffic, but the rear of the truck let go as the brakes were applied. As if in slow motion, I looked to the left to see the beverage truck bearing down on us. As it hit the left side of the cab, I was thrown about only to have the passenger door open and be thrown to the curb. Welcome to Houston! As a policeman came up to the front of the truck and I lay on the ground, I heard him talking to my driving partner. Looking at the state stickers, he asked "which one we were using today?" The soda truck driver had been doing well over 60 , but our inability to completely stop had been too much. Cases of soda littered the ground and I just had one big headache. In moments our beautiful truck had been damaged and my head was reeling. Fortunately, the fault was to be of the beverage truck driver. He had been speeding, but I was nervous about what my dad would say about his new truck.
In one moment, despite our caution, life had come suddenly. No matter that we had worked hard to avoid it. And when the officer had asked what license we were using, I felt anger rise up in me. We sure don't belong here, I had thought. I just want to be out of here, out on the highways, where freedom reigned. No lights, no signs, no people.
What is it in my life that I have been cautious about? Have I been so cautious as to have missed the really big part of life bearing down on me? Have I watched my health, listened to doctors and friends, or have I been focused on getting where I wanted to go? What is that small, quiet voice trying to say to me?
Sometimes our best intentions and desires are interrupted by that actions of others, or simply circumstances. Storms of life that change our day, even our life. How do i handle that? do I get frustrated with those trying to help? Or do I realize this is the card dealt today and work towards acceptance? And perhaps the wrongness needs more of me to be involved, not being a spectator but a participant. Am I prepared to move with the changes of life?
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