Christmas is one of the best holidays to spend your time with your family. But, sometimes you’re not home for the holiday! So, we got your some truckers’ Christmas stories on the road! Check it out!
Christmas Card with a warm smile!
Five years ago on Christmas Eve, my wife and I decided to work over the holiday. Having already had Christmas with our grandkids a few days earlier we were sitting in our truck at the Pilot at exit 5 on I-95 in Maryland. As we were watching TV a quiet knock on our door revealed a girl of about 10 standing there and a car with her parents sitting in front of our truck.
When I rolled down my window she handed me a Christmas card, said, “Merry Christmas”, smiled and got back into the car with her parents. They waved and drove off. Those people have no idea how touched my wife and I were, and still are, by that simple gesture. Nineteen years of driving and that was the only Christmas we spent on the road.
Christmas’s gift from a church group!
My husband and I were team drivers for several years after my retirement and the 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 truck 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.
HIS Christmas plan is better than mine!
On Christmas Eve in 2014 I was involved in an accident in Janesville, Wisc. I know that Janesville is a very dangerous town with the way people get on and off of the interstate, so I always move over to the hammer lane as soon as I can.
Last Christmas Eve I was rolling through town trying to get to the Chicago area to get my load off to go home for Christmas, but out of nowhere comes a Dodge Ram pickup swerving as if the driver was texting as it’s getting on the highway. It hit the cement barrier on the right, lost control, and came over into the hammer lane.
Now we all know that two atoms can’t take up the same space, so I was hit on the passenger side drives, which I predicted before I got there. I saw that the ditch was deep and I didn’t slow down thinking about what could happen if I had. My thoughts were that this person’s life is more important than me getting home for Christmas.
After the accident, the father of the girl that was driving the Dodge Ram pickup thanked me for saving his daughter’s life and invited me to Christmas with them. I thanked him, but turned down the offer because I had called my wife and she was on her way to get me from a truckstop so we could have Christmas on the road together at a friend’s house. We talked about how valuable life is and how you never know when your time is up.
It’s special times like this that I thank God that I didn’t make it home for Christmas because His plan is better than mine.