Leaving a Mark

Climbing into my cab, I finally exhaled, feeling the moment’s weight settle somewhere deep. This wasn’t just another dusty gas station stop but a rare moment when the road hands you a much-needed life lesson if you are paying attention. As I adjusted in my seat, McClain’s rig eased onto the highway, smooth and steady.

Before disappearing into the distance, he lifted his hand in a small wave, nothing flashy or forced. Some people shift a room by speaking. Then, others like McClain change the world by standing still long enough to be noticed. If I had to choose, I know what group I’d rather be in.