Truck Stop Angel
We had been on the road for nearly three hours
when a little voice from the back seat said those five fateful words, “I need
to go potty.” Not anywhere near one of our normal stops, we pulled off an
unfamiliar exit and made our way through a maze of roads to the truck stop.
Urging my aching body to move and leaving my husband to fill the gas tank, the
kids and I went in search of the restrooms. “Meet me right here when you’re
done,” I told the boys, as we parted ways.
Several minutes later, we found
ourselves in front of a glass case –
tubs of ice cream apparently screaming my children’s names on the other side. It
seems I’d told the kids to meet me in front of the ice cream shop portion of
the truck stop restaurant. It was 4:45AM.
My stomach rumbled at the scent of eggs, bacon, and toast- but I knew
that half of us wouldn’t be able to eat in the diner due to cross-contamination
issues and celiac. I turned to my husband and asked him what we should do about
breakfast while the kids begged for ice cream.
In swooped our Truck Stop Angel. Beaming, he
motioned toward the ice cream and said, “Let the kids get what they want –
my treat!” The children eagerly ordered their bowls of ice cream as we chatted
with our new-found friend. Tommy, a trucker, was on the road for Thanksgiving
and seemed to be missing his family. His son is thirteen going on fourteen like
our oldest. He’s been to nearly every state, preferring country highways to
major cities. Although he enjoys life on the road, he misses his family –
and was happy to see our big family together on Thanksgiving morning,
travelling so that we could spend time with extended family.
As we started saying
our goodbyes, Tommy had one last treat for the kids –
each got a five dollar bill to spend as they wished.
Walking back to the van, my heart swelled with
gratitude … for a truck stop angel who with one kind gesture filled five hearts
with pure delight and brought light to my spirit in the process … and to God,
who made sure we were where we needed to be so we could all be reminded about
the spirit of giving, of gratitude, and of love with which we should live every
moment of our lives.
As I navigate through life, may I always
remember the joy and loving kindness shared in the wee hours this Thanksgiving … and
should I run into an angel in a dragon-adorned truck, I will say again and
always, thank you.
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