Highway truckers keep roads safer, kinder
Posted on : 15-06-2009 | By : Truckdriversnews | In : Thoughts from a trucker
0
Hate those huge trucks on the highway? I don’t and here are two stories why.
I was on my way south from Tennessee early one morning, and suddenly I heard a clunk.
I pulled over, hoped my “Women under the hood” course in college would be of help, grabbed my flashlight and popped the hood. A semi pulled over in front of me, and the driver strolled back.
“Having trouble?” he asked. “Let���s take a look.”
�œUh-oh,” he said. “Here’s your fan belt on the road. Tell you what: The next exit is 10 or 15 miles ahead. You can drive there, but don’t go over 15 mph. I’ll stay right behind you.”
We crawled along with me wondering what I could do once off I-75. As the exit appeared, the truck driver tapped his horn, waved, and pointed to the police car at the ramp.
The officer stopped me. He said, “The trucker called ahead, and the Olds dealership is waiting for you. Just follow me.”
Aren’t people wonderful?
When I first came to Greensboro, I attended a church in Kernersville. One stormy Sunday I tossed my purse in the car, hopped in, and got home as fast as I could on I-40.
At home, I reached for the purse, but it wasn’t there. Back to Kernersville, but no purse. Home again, and I was at my desk making a list of those I must inform of the loss, when the phone rang.
“Dorothea Lamson?” the man asked. “I believe I have something that belongs to you.”
“I hope it’s a small black purse,” I said.
“Yes, it is,” he said. “But I don’t live in Greensboro. Would you be willing to meet me halfway? There’s a shopping area; you’ll see a McDonald’s.��� And he gave me directions to find it.
I called my daughter, and my son-in-law said he knew the place and would take me.
We pulled into the large parking lot and saw a pickup with a driver who watched us enter and came to us, carrying my purse.
He wouldn’t accept any money for his trouble and explained that he was a truck driver, and this had happened several times.
Two good Samaritans on wheels. Both interrupting their job to help someone.Hate those huge trucks on the highway? I don’t and here are two stories why.
I was on my way south from Tennessee early one morning, and suddenly I heard a clunk.
I pulled over, hoped my “Women under the hood” course in college would be of help, grabbed my flashlight and popped the hood. A semi pulled over in front of me, and the driver strolled back.
“Having trouble?” he asked. “Let’s take a look.”
“Uh-oh,” he said. “Here’s your fan belt on the road. Tell you what: The next exit is 10 or 15 miles ahead. You can drive there, but don’t go over 15 mph. I’ll stay right behind you.”
We crawled along with me wondering what I could do once off I-75. As the exit appeared, the truck driver tapped his horn, waved, and pointed to the police car at the ramp.
The officer stopped me. He said, “The trucker called ahead, and the Olds dealership is waiting for you. Just follow me.”
Aren�€™t people wonderful?
When I first came to Greensboro, I attended a church in Kernersville. One stormy Sunday I tossed my purse in the car, hopped in, and got home as fast as I could on I-40.
At home, I reached for the purse, but it wasn’t there. Back to Kernersville, but no purse. Home again, and I was at my desk making a list of those I must inform of the loss, when the phone rang.
“Dorothea Lamson?” the man asked. “I believe I have something that belongs to you.â€
“I hope it’s a small black purse,” I said.
“Yes, it is,” he said. “But I don’t live in Greensboro. Would you be willing to meet me halfway? There’s a shopping area; you’ll see a McDonald’s.” And he gave me directions to find it.
I called my daughter, and my son-in-law said he knew the place and would take me.
We pulled into the large parking lot and saw a pickup with a driver who watched us enter and came to us, carrying my purse.
He wouldn’t accept any money for his trouble and explained that he was a truck driver, and this had happened several times.
Two good Samaritans on wheels. Both interrupting their job to help someone.
From
© 2009, Truck Drivers News. All rights reserved.
2. Right-Click then Copy
3. Paste the HTML code into your webpage
