The day after Christmas. Now man can go back to his normal routine and be happy. The forced camaraderie that existed yesterday can be lain to rest till the new year eve's party, or in some cases till next year. Attention can once again be paid to the important things in life, the pursuit of money and power.
How have I managed to become so cynical and jaded in such a short time? In someway I just believe it is that I am not afraid to voice what I think.
As I wander this great country of ours, I interact with countless thousands of people. I am able to see into little snippets of there lives and see in some cases how miserable they must be.
From the man rushing to get to a job he dislikes, weaving in and out of rush hour traffic and not getting but 200 feet more than he would have been had he just sat where he was and relaxed and waited, to in some cases actually losing ground. Or the woman driving to work, putting on her make up in the rearview mirror while speeding down the interstate 10 miles or more above the posted speed limit. not really paying attention to what is going on around her. They say the good lord takes care of fools, children and drunks. I do believe it.
We have managed to get to the point where we want everything now, instantaneously we are in an age we wait impatiently on the microwave oven tapping our foot because it is taking so long. The package we ordered yesterday from across the country is not in our hand before ten am and we get upset if it takes two days to get here. I do so love progress.
I guess I am lucky. I have been all over this rock we reside on and have seen how others live. In some cases the word exist is better used. Places that have no idea what a microwave oven is. People that have never lived in a home with indoor plumbing or electricity. Cannot imaging looking at the inane writings of a man from the cab of his tractor trailer as he travels the country like you are now doing.
Yesterday I heard from a person that I hope one day to be able to call a friend. She was going to see her children on Christmas Day. A Christian holiday for the most part. Her children are not of the Christian faith. so to her it is a special day at many levels. This is a nice lady and I pray that things went well for her. Her estrangement from her children has to be hard. The bond between a mother and child is supposed to be the deepest that one can form. I cannot of course speak with any authority on this as I am not a mother. I am sure there are many cases this statement can be disproved, in this case I believe it to be true.
Peace to you all and have a good day. Today I complete my journey to Pennsylvania and deliver my freight in the morning over 2500 miles in 4 days.