As I made my journey back to Maryville Monday night I gained a new respect. It was 5:30 when I left home (it takes 3 hours to get back to Maryville) so it was already dark. As many of you know it's rut season so deer are roaming everywhere! After about 25 minutes into my journey I came up behind a semi truck. I know what you may be thinking. Oh great, I hate getting behind semis. Right? Especially in the dark when you can't see very well to pass them. Scary right? Well generally I would think the same thing and if it was day light I would have been having a little road rage when the truck driver kept slowing down to 45 mph going up a hill and 65 mph going back down the hill. This time it was a little different. I found myself feeling a lot less scared and nervous behind this big truck. I thought hey if he sees a deer before me he can plow it out of the way or blare his extremely loud horn. I somehow felt a sense of security being behind this big 18 wheeler. So, there you have it. As I found myself slowing down behind the semi going up hills and speeding up to make sure no one would get between us going down hills I gained a new respect for truckers. I thought if he ever pulls into a gas station I might just have to pull in too just to tell him how thankful I was for him. I was able to follow this wonderful truck driver all the way up till 20 minutes until I arrived home. Thank you Lord for putting that trucker in my travels.
You might be wondering. Did a deer ever cross the road?
Yes, a doe did cross the road in front of the big truck. The truck had to stomp on the breaks and blare his horn loud and clear. Thankfully that was the only deer that actually came across the road. The big ole' truck saved me as I followed his big shiny square door home.
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