“Whatever,” he muttered, but I could hear the hurt behind the attitude.
“My husband left when my twins were four,” I said. “It was a long time ago, but I had to figure out how to keep food on the table real quick.”
That got his attention.
He glanced at me sidewise with a hint of amusement. “Is that why you’re a truck driver? I’ve never seen a woman doing this before.”
“Yeah,” I said.
“I missed a lot of moments with my kids. It still hurts thinking about it. But you know what?
They never went hungry or wanted for anything.”
“But didn’t they hate you for never being there?” he asked, and I could hear his real question underneath: Would it be better if my mom worked this job?
“Sometimes,” I admitted. “We had some pretty spectacular fights about it when they were teenagers. But now they understand.
Your mom’s there for you in ways money can’t buy: with her time and her love. I think if you ask my kids, they’ll say that they would’ve preferred that.”
Alex looked away from me, and I sensed he needed the quiet time while he picked on the rest of his sandwich.
The highway stretched ahead, now fully dark except for my headlights. I realized that it was nice having a companion, even if we weren’t speaking.
“She cries sometimes,” he said suddenly.
“When she thinks I’m asleep. I hear her on the phone with my aunt, talking about bills and stuff.”
“That must be hard to hear,” I said softly.
“I just wanted to go on one stupid trip,” he said, swallowing thickly. “Everyone’s gonna come back with all these stories and pictures, and I’ll be the loser who stayed home.”
“You’re not a loser, Alex,” I said firmly.
“And neither is your mom. You’re both just doing the best you can with what you’ve been given. You have more already than many.”
After another long silence, Alex asked, “Can you take me to the bus stop?”
I looked at him, noticed his lost expression had changed to something much different, and smiled, turning back to the road.
“No,” I said.
“I’m taking you home. I’m ahead of schedule, so I’ve got time to make sure you get there safely. You need to talk to your mom.”
“She’s gonna kill me,” he groaned.
“Nah,” I said.
“She’s gonna hug you so hard you won’t be able to breathe for a minute. Then maybe she’ll kill you.”
That got a small laugh out of him.
He gave me directions to a modest house. As soon as Alex stepped out of the truck, the front door flew open.
“Alex!” a woman cried, running out.
“Oh my God, Alex!”
She wrapped him in a tight hug, tears streaming down her face.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” he sobbed into her shoulder. “I was being stupid. I’m so sorry.”
His mother—Mary—turned to me, still holding her child.
“Thank you,” she said shakily. “Thank you for bringing him back. I didn’t know what to think when I found his note.
I’ve been calling everyone, driving around looking for him…”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I had teenagers once, too.”
“Please,” Mary said, “at least let me make you a cup of coffee before you go.”
“I’ll take a rain check,” I said with a smile. “I’ve got deliveries to make.
But how about a picture instead? Something to remind this young man to think twice before running away AND hitching rides with strangers again.”
Alex actually smiled at that. Mary took the picture of him and me on her phone, then insisted on writing down my name and company information.
I stupidly forgot to tell her that my company had a strict no-hitchhikers policy, and unfortunately, Mary made a Facebook post thanking me that went viral.
So, a week later, when my boss, Mr.
Luther, called me into his office, I was sure I was sacked. I walked in there, feeling the sweat down my back.
But he was smiling from ear to ear. “Jules, our viral star!” he exclaimed and congratulated me on raising the profile of the company.
When he invited me to sit, I remained quiet.
This was not what I expected.
“Honestly, Jules,” he said, getting serious. “You’ve been one of our best drivers for years. This story just proves what we already knew about you.
That is why I’d like to offer you a promotion. I think you have a leader potential, so I believe the position of logistics manager is perfect for you. You’ll have to relocate or commute to the city, but it’s more than double the pay and much better hours.”
I couldn’t believe it.
After all these years of midnight runs and missed moments, I finally got the chance to have normal hours.
Even if this opportunity came slightly late, it meant that I would be able to see my kids graduating from college, get married, help with my grandbabies (or grand-furbabies if needed), and more.
Sometimes the best turns in life come from following your heart instead of the rules. I helped that boy get back to his mom, and maybe altered his perspective of life. But he and his mom had unknowingly helped me much more.
Source: amomama
