The Beginning of the Unknown

As a 30 year old I began my journey as an (otr)over the road driver I would take my wife on trips to deliver loads. At times it was great adventures and sights when we had kids she began to stay at home more. The night is like a friend to me, the c.b . on I would talk to the other trucker friends I had made cutting up and then talking about our dreams . I find sometimes at night being all alone that I could almost cry. Being away from your loved ones one the road can get you down. I sometimes ask my self WHY, WHY THE HECK ARE YOU OUT HERE instead of at home with the woman you love. Money, I kept telling myself. Thank God I've got a wife that knows the life on the road &what goes on out here the lotlizzards- (truckstop whores) who knock on your sleeper as you try to get some rest before the next day, As you try to keep your mind on what is right- the job at hand. The c.b. tells of (bears)cops ahead or someone who's crashed as you travel down life's highway. The sun slowly goes down and a new world appears, a new feeling of the job at hand keep all around me safe &my load. My mind sometimes wanders to friends &love ones. As I travel on down to my destination I'm happy to get the load off to the customer. Leaving & returning to the open road iIfeel the stress of my job such as all the other drivers out here I make my way to the local truckstop & park, go in for a shower& bite to eat. Then out to see how the wife&kid's are. Then after fighting to get to sleep I finally wake up to get to my next destanation& it all start's over again so goes the life as a truckdriver. As night comes on it can be a night of laughter or driving through one heck of a thunderstorm. At any time I may have some scare's of someone losing control ahead of me & when driving 80,000 lbs on the road it can be a challenge but for the most part all is great. To keep my life in check I'm always on my toes. I feel that my pay should be the same as an NFL player for I haul hasmat loads (otr)over the road &take heat from everyone when something goes wrong. I know I'm just a hasmat driver & not ELVIS PRESLEY WHO SINGS ON MY SIRIUS RADIO so on down the road I go watching the lil ones signaling me to honk the airhorn and as I do I smile &some childhood times cross my mind of my dad who did some driving of these big rigs when I was young. He painted for a living, some of his friends were logtruckers that would get the rig painted. So much goes by, life can be fast going so all we can do is dream as we did as kids maybe just maybe some way good life will come to all of us so stay strong and never forget your dreams.