Well, I don't know that. Although I did not anticipate Tuesday's trouble for me. I arrived at the yard at 4:30 AM. I needed to get out on time because I was picking up for a vacationing driver. He runs Raleigh, a town I don't know very well. I spent the previous night trying to locate his stops using Google Earth. It was important that I get the trailer loaded quickly so I could make the 11:00 appointment to swap out trailers and then load it too.
What I didn't need was a problem, but that's what I encountered when I tried to start my truck. It fired, chugged a little, then died. It wouldn't re-fire. I went to the back up, but it too wouldn't start. When I checked a third truck, I found a problem with the shifter and couldn't take it either. By the time I found one that would run, it was far too late to make the trailer swap.
That's when I lost it.
Now this was certainly an inconvenience. But because of the stress I'd allowed to build over past months, it became much more. I was so frustrated I couldn't think. I tried to talk to one of our managers, but every time I spoke I would start to choke up. I was a mess.
He eventually calmed me down and asked me to consider taking the day off. I couldn't do that though. There was just too much to get done. There's always too much to get done. I guess that's why I'm always in such a hurry.
Wouldn't it be nice not to hurry? To slow down and simply enjoy life, not worry about it. To not bottle-up and contain emotions, but let them go. I think that's what God's telling me.
Maybe it's time I listen.
- Tom Gronstal
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