Tonight shortly before I was to leave work one of our drivers broke down. It was a simple fix but the driver would be held up for hours waiting on a service truck so I offered to go to a truck stop, get what he needed and take it to him. Sounds easy doesn't it? It should have been but I still don't know my way around Ft Wayne very well. I found the truck stop easily enough. I told the guy at the counter exactly what I needed and he pointed it out and before you knew it I was on my way to the driver. It didn't take me long to figure out that the directions I was given were not quite right. I spent the next 20 minutes or so driving up and down a dark highway with my gas tank on empty. I finally called my daughter and she got me directed to a gas station but was unable to help me find the driver because the address I was given did not exist. I spent a few more miles lost and finally got a hold of the driver and found my way to him.
Right before I got there I wondered what lesson was there in this for me. Unfortunately I forgot that and by the time I got to him I was angry and frustrated. I let him know just how I felt. I told him it was not his fault - he had not been the one to give me the original directions. But I still ranted and raved for a few minutes. Especially after I found out that I had the wrong part. So he climbed in the car with me and we drove back to the truck stop. We were in there trying to get it exchanged and get the right part when I looked over at him and realized he was totally calm. So I asked him how could he stay calm in all of this. He said Lori, I lost the 3 most important people in my life one year ago. My Mother, my Father, and my only child died within 3 months of each other. He then said nothing upsets him anymore. He said he understood his parents passing but his daughter was his whole world and he just couldn't understand how she could be taken from him. He said that he spent 6 months drinking and being angry till he couldn't stand it anymore. He then took a job truck driving so he wouldn't have to be at home alone any more. He said that now he just wonders what lesson he is to learn in all of this - he said he hasn't figured that out yet. So... he drives his truck all over the country trying to find a reason to get up every day.
Tears were running down my cheeks when I dropped him back off at his truck. He thanked me for helping him and I said no I am the one that needs to thank you.
I have wasted a lot of time crying because I miss my family. My family lives hours away, not a lifetime like his do. I think it is time I stop mourning the past and begin living the precious life God gave me.
If you get a moment say a prayer for James - ask God to comfort him and bless him.