Bah, humbug! Or maybe not …

My husband and I were team drivers for several years after my retirement and his loss of his job. We stayed out every holiday for the extra incentive money to pay off hospital bills, etc. It got to be a very depressing time.

We were homeless and lived in the semi and felt adrift and lost. We had a delivery in Memphis, Tenn. a day or so before Christmas and I was getting ready to take off early in the morning when I saw vans full of women pull up. I told my husband, even the hookers don’t get time off at the holidays.

Well, it was a church group. They gave presents to each truck driver. A Bible, paper and pen, gloves, handiwipes and a candy cane. I cried all day. It was the best thing anyone has ever done for me and restored my faith in humanity.