I’ve been behind the wheel for eight years now. Long stretches of highway, sudden detours, unpredictable weather—it’s all part of the job. But to me, it’s never felt like just a job.
Somewhere along the winding pass, I spotted a figure huddled on the roadside, soaked and shivering.
Not long after, at a rest stop in the Midwest, I met a young man slumped on a bench. He’d just lost his job, unsure of what came next. We talked. I told him about my journey.
About how people will always try to squeeze you into a mold, but it’s okay to walk—drive—away from it.
His eyes lit up. “I needed to hear that,” he said before we parted ways.
And that’s when it really hit me: this road I’ve chosen? It’s not just mine. It’s a path that helps others find their own footing, too.
We don’t always get applause for walking our truth. We don’t always get support. But we do get peace. We do get purpose. And sometimes, if we’re lucky, we get connection.
So if you’re out there, feeling like you’re the only one walking a different path—don’t stop.
Your journey matters.
You matter.
Thanks for listening. If this story meant something to you, share it with someone who needs that same reminder. Keep going. You never know who you might inspire just by being yourself.
