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TRUCKERS' FAMILY STORY * USA
* Highway Fatigue and The Long Haul
- I come from a long active line of truck driversAuburn,AL,USA -Cherise Carter Dot Com -9 Oct 2007: -- My birth father drove a truck for years, first in the city of St. Louis for Benjamin Moore Paint Company, then for various logging companies, and then for the oilfields of West Texas... According to one page I read, Texas leads the nation in semi truck accidents. It’s no wonder, I think. With the long hauls truckers have to make to make a good dollar, the straight and sometimes boring roads adding to driving fatigue and what is called “Road blindness”. It seems to me that if you put a tired man, behind the wheel of a big truck, factor in stress from driving, fatigue and poor road conditions, you’ve got all the makings of a semi truck accident waiting to happen... I’ve been wondering when we’re going to have a major accident in town... Traffic has been blocked for miles and drivers act as if they are the only ones on the roads. Yours truly has been going about six miles out of her way on a daily basis just to avoid the possible accidents waiting to happen...
* Silent Cries for a Long Haul Driver
USA -articletrader.com, by jkhbraveheart -9 Oct 2007: -- As a child, did you grow up or do you have a child now growing up with a parent out of the house more then in the home due to a jobs demands? Was the sacrifice he made and the sacrifice so many other parents make really worth it? As a child, did you have a parent who was away from home because their job demanded it?... I was the daughter of a long haul truck driver. I remember my life without my dad, always out on the road, working to provide for his family, but the sacrifice he made kept our family apart more then together.... Mom stayed home and took care of us as kids, Dad would leave out on the truck usually on a Friday or Saturday night, and come home the following weekend, usually late at night, mom would wake us or let us stay up to wait for him... Wow, I remembered being so excited to see daddy when he would call and tell us he was in the yard and to come pick him up. I could not wait to tell him about everything that had happened that week without him... Having daddy home was great, but at the same time he was kind of a stranger in the house, He was never there, always missed everything in our lives. My father was only home for a few hours and then he would be gone again... When he was on the road he would call all the time, and I would get so excited to hear his voice. I always wanted my family together like all my friends families. I remember asking my dad every time I would talk to him when he was coming home. He would always say the day, he would tell me he missed me and that he would see me soon... However, what he never understood (I do not believe) is that when I asked him when he was coming home, I already knew what day. I wanted to know when he was coming home to stay, and make our family whole... My dad’s mild history of asthma developed over time and was aggravated by not being able to hire a lumper to help with unloading his truck. His asthma eventually took him out of the cab and brought my very sick father home. It was nice to have him home, but he was sick and now mom had to go to work, another parent was, what seemed to me as a child, gone all the time... Don’t get me wrong we had some very wonderful times together as a family, and I cherish those times. He passed when I was 16, and now I am 39, and in my prayers, I still say I wish he could come home... I still miss him. My dad will live in my heart forever, as he always had...
USA -articletrader.com, by jkhbraveheart -9 Oct 2007: -- As a child, did you grow up or do you have a child now growing up with a parent out of the house more then in the home due to a jobs demands? Was the sacrifice he made and the sacrifice so many other parents make really worth it? As a child, did you have a parent who was away from home because their job demanded it?... I was the daughter of a long haul truck driver. I remember my life without my dad, always out on the road, working to provide for his family, but the sacrifice he made kept our family apart more then together.... Mom stayed home and took care of us as kids, Dad would leave out on the truck usually on a Friday or Saturday night, and come home the following weekend, usually late at night, mom would wake us or let us stay up to wait for him... Wow, I remembered being so excited to see daddy when he would call and tell us he was in the yard and to come pick him up. I could not wait to tell him about everything that had happened that week without him... Having daddy home was great, but at the same time he was kind of a stranger in the house, He was never there, always missed everything in our lives. My father was only home for a few hours and then he would be gone again... When he was on the road he would call all the time, and I would get so excited to hear his voice. I always wanted my family together like all my friends families. I remember asking my dad every time I would talk to him when he was coming home. He would always say the day, he would tell me he missed me and that he would see me soon... However, what he never understood (I do not believe) is that when I asked him when he was coming home, I already knew what day. I wanted to know when he was coming home to stay, and make our family whole... My dad’s mild history of asthma developed over time and was aggravated by not being able to hire a lumper to help with unloading his truck. His asthma eventually took him out of the cab and brought my very sick father home. It was nice to have him home, but he was sick and now mom had to go to work, another parent was, what seemed to me as a child, gone all the time... Don’t get me wrong we had some very wonderful times together as a family, and I cherish those times. He passed when I was 16, and now I am 39, and in my prayers, I still say I wish he could come home... I still miss him. My dad will live in my heart forever, as he always had...
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