The Patricks Low Cost Housing Adventures travel blog

Loads become a blur. As soon as one is finished, you file the paperwork and concentrate on the next. Days melt together. Your focus is only on your next destination and the time involved in getting there. Just "git r done". The automatic procedure of load planning takes over; you figure out your dispatch time (how much spare time you have), fuel stops, where to shower & wash clothes, and, of course, decide on any special eating places. You secure your new load with a formidable lock, examine the trailer, monitor the trucks tires and engine, maintain the logbook and do general interior housekeeping. In the meantime, attempting to drive as safely as possible without allowing yourself to get stuck in dangerous situation; using defensive driving techniques and trusting your 6th sense to warn of other hazards. That's the easy part.

In the meantime, issues at home pull at you. You try to handle them the best you can over the phone lines. Decisions have to be made. Your talking to friends and family, lawyers and doctors, trying to determine the course to be made. You cry at night instead of getting the sleep you need, praying for guidance and hoping to get a load home after your next delivery.

In the meantime, your husband is feeling ill. He has developed a strange rash. Spending hours on the internet, you research what it could possibly be; all the time trying to handle the other crisis.

You wonder how long you can do all over the country, be away from home for weeks and leaving loved ones. The thoughts of a different life pull at you. How long should you do this for? What is your end game? Your not getting younger. Serious discussions become plans for the future.

You remember life is a learning experience. You may not do everything perfectly, but you do what you think is for the best. You hope you learn from your mistakes and go on to the next day. You lay your head to rest, thanking God for his unfailing love and await the coming of the dawn.

Hear my cry, O God, listen to my prayer: From the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. Psalms 61:1-5

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