Second Chances

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Tags: Ma/Fa, Romantic, Fiction, Tear Jerker, DoOver, .

Desc: Romantic Story: A man and woman are give unusual second chances at life.

Steve had been trucking for eight years now. He started relatively late in life at 45 years of age. He was now 53 and relished every day of his life. He loved his life on the road. Every day brought new experiences and new country-side. He was seeing the USA as few people ever did. Life from the driver's seat of a big rig allowed Steve to see the real America. Yes he was able to stop and visit all the sites we've all heard about, from Venice Beach to Vegas to Wrigley Field to the Twin Tower memorial. Steve had taken time to see it all.

But what Steve really cherished about his job was seeing the parts of the city that travel brochures leave out. More importantly, Steve got to meet all the regular people who, like he, were working hard day in and day out to make a living. People working on loading docks to support their families. Truck-stop waitresses working two jobs and going to school to make a better life. Off duty state and local police being called out in the middle of the night during ice storms to work multi-vehicle accidents. In short Steve got to see normal people doing the everyday things it takes to keep our world running.

Over the years Steve had grown to honor and respect all people who worked hard every day to make a living regardless of their profession. Over the years, television has so glamorized the workplace to where many young people coming out of school expect to start out as CEO or, at the very least, VP. The reality is that 90% of Americans toil in a service industry or work at a shift production job to make it possible for all of us to have the quality of life that make living in these United States the envy of the rest of the world.

Steve had done it all. He had worked himself from the mailroom to a position in upper management with his first company. He likes to say he had worked himself up to his level of incompetence. He found, only in hindsight, that the higher he rose with-in the company the more he hated his job. His job had morphed from providing for his customers to serving his bosses. It was no longer a matter of providing a better product at a competitive price, but increasing profits.

Even so, if it hadn't been for The Accident, he would probably still be toiling away in blissful ignorance. Steve would still be getting up every morning going to a job that held increasingly less satisfaction because that is what he did.

The Accident Eight years ago the police arrived at Steve's office to give him the news. A drunk driver had weaved across the centerline hitting the car his wife and 15 year old son occupied. They were killed instantly.

In a daze, Steve stood to accompany the police to the morgue and collapsed. On the way down, he struck his head on the corner of his desk knocking himself unconscious. Hearing the commotion, Steve's secretary called 911 for an ambulance.

Steve woke two days later in the hospital to the new nightmare that was his life. Not only had he suffered a concussion in the fall, but now he was faced with the task of burying his family. Fortunately, Jack, Steve's brother dropped everything and flew 1500 miles to take charge. Jack made all the arrangements for the funerals. He contacted everyone who needed contacting and made sure that his brother got the best care available. Then he made sure that he was there for Steve, not allowing Steve the option of slipping into depression.

Slowly, after the first few weeks, Steve began to return to the land of the living. As he began to think for himself again, he realized that he would never be able to repay Jack for everything he had done for him and his family. Jack's simple reply was "that's what family is for."

Steve had been gone from his job for 4 weeks when he got a call from his boss. After giving perfunctory condolences, his boss came to the point. "Steve, when are you coming back to work? I realize you have experienced a tragedy, but we need you back at work or we may need to find a replacement."

"Mr. James, I have over 8 weeks of vacation plus comp time on the books. I have been with the company for 22 years now. Are you telling me that if I don't come back to work immediately, you will fire me?" replied Steve, starting to get upset with his boss.

"Yes Steve, unfortunately that's exactly what I am saying. We still have a business to run and you need to get back to work."

Steve, now thoroughly aroused, replied "Well Mr. James, why don't you consider this my exit interview and send my final check to my mailing address of record. I resign effective immediately!"

With that, Steve hung up the phone on his old boss and his old way of life.

Going forward 8years found Steve driving through Montana one fine summer day. The sky was the deep cobalt blue that is seemingly only found in the west's high desert. The temperature was hovering at 75 and, for a change, there was no wind. All in all, it was one of those perfect days that make up for all the miserable days.

Steve found himself thinking that this is the right time to be traveling through Montana. He remembered back to the previous winter when he spent 3 days in a truck stop because of a blizzard. Chuckling to himself he thought 'yes, this is definitely the right time of year to be in Montana.' Suddenly Steve saw a speck start to materialize in the distance. It was too small to be a car – definitely not a big rig. Whatever it was had caught Steve's attention because there was literately nothing around for 25 miles in any direction. This part of Montana was pastureland and in the high desert it took lots of land to support livestock. Consequentially, homes were few and far between and exits off the interstate were even fewer. There was simply no need to exit.

So when Steve saw this small something, something too small to be a vehicle appear, it got his attention. His first thought was that some livestock had gotten though the fencing and was on the roadway. This could be a problem because animals have a bad habit of dodging the wrong way when spotting traffic barreling down on them. Steve started to slow his rig down in preparation for dealing with whatever was up ahead. This was no problem as he was the only one on the road at this time.

Suddenly the speck resolved itself into a girl, well a young woman anyway. She was standing along the roadway with her thumb out hitchhiking. She had a forlorn look on her face and the only baggage she had was a worn backpack. All this Steve took in in an instant.

Now Steve normally did not even look at hitchhikers much less pick them up, but this was different. Something was wrong with the whole situation. What was this girl doing all alone along the side of this road? There was nothing, no broken down car, no houses in sight and the nearest exit was 25 miles in either direction. How did she get here and where was she going?

Making an instant decision, Steve pulled onto the shoulder and stopped. Even having slowed beforehand, even making a snap decision, Steve's rig didn't get stopped until he was 400 yards past the girl.

Steve climbed down from the cab of his truck and began to walk back to where the girl stood. The girl stood where she was and looked at the approaching man with equal parts hope and abject fear. Steve sensing her trepidation stopped his approach 50 feet from the young lady. The two studied each other for what seemed an eternity.

Steve saw a scared young woman of about 23 years old. She was thin but not skinny. Her hair was a light brown and was now a windblown mess. She had blue eyes and her clothes looked like she had been wearing, and sleeping, in them for a couple of days. She was cute without being what you might call beautiful. All in all, this girl looked totally out of place alongside this interstate, although while frightened she was certainly not cowed.

The girl saw a man of middle age who appeared to be reasonably fit. He had medium length brown hair going grey. He was around six feet tall and dressed for work with jeans, a tee-shirt and work boots. It was his eyes that drew her attention. In his eyes she saw only concern for this girl he had never seen before.

It was this look of concern that ultimately made up her mind. She took a step forward and said "Thank you for stopping, I've been standing here for over an hour and you're the first person to even slow down."

"Well, there's nothing around here, I couldn't just drive by. It wouldn't be right. You're on the west bound side of the road so I'm guessing you're going west. Can I give you a lift?"

The girl smiled for the first time – a smile that suited her, Steve noticed, and said "Oh yes, the sooner the better!" At this, she picked up her backpack and hurried to the truck.

Steve wondered at her sudden desire to be on the way but figured he would get an explanation at some point and if he didn't, well it really wasn't any of his business anyway.

They climbed into the cab and got underway. Steve noted that the girl, whose name he still didn't know, stayed as far from Steve as she could get, leaning against the passenger door. Additionally she seemed to shrink down when a vehicle would approach from the west. 'What the hell is going on' Steve thought.

"Well if we're going to share this truck for a while I guess introductions are in order. My name is Steve Roades, what shall I call you?"

"My name is Judy."

'Well that's a start.' thought Steve 'I wonder what her story is.'

"Where are you going?"

"We, I mean I was going to San Francisco, but anywhere west is ok with Me." replied Judy with a nervous look at her benefactor. She wondered how much she should share with Steve. She wondered if she could or should share her troubles with this man she just met minutes ago.

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