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Yesterday, I nearly (and unexpectedly) joined the Real World Dead (as opposed to the FaceBook Dead, from which I recently arose to live a second life). Real World death is permanent. And we are always just one misstep away from Eternity.
What does this have to do with truckers?
Yesterday, my mortal body was almost life-suckingly mashed inside my Jeep, squashed with my vehicle between a big blue semi and a concrete freeway wall. The Coroner would have had the unpleasant task of prying the remains of my cold, dead hands out of whatever was left of my twisted steering wheel.
Instead of blogging, I would be sending messages of comfort and love from the Other Side to my DH - and haunting a certain dumb-!?#@&! truck driver for the rest of his earthly life. His keys would have a way of disappearing from his pockets. His tires would have a way of going flat in rest stop parking lots. His logbooks would have a way of drawing the attention of regulators.
I would get him off the road.
Luckily, I can't do that. Miraculously, I'M ALIVE!!!
So here's a message to all you road warriors out there:
Mirrors are not the mac truck equivalent of bling.
They have a purpose.
They prevent those missteps that boot mortals into the Hereafter.
Use them wisely. Or else...
