Don’t Deny the rainbows
TWENTY MILES TO GO to reach Marcy, New York. I was right on schedule to deliver the load I was carrying for Walmart. Once I dropped it off I had another load lined up for the return drive to South Carolina. I checked my rearview mirror and speedometer. This will really help pay the bills, I thought. Bills were just about all I had on my mind these days.
My troubles really started with Hurricane Florence in September 2018. When the governor ordered a mandatory evacuation of all coastal areas, I planned to drive out of town with my mother and sister. But the company I worked for insisted I take my assigned tractor trailer to safety.
“We’ll follow you in the car,” my sister, Samantha, assured me. But it made the whole trip
